Video;

[nowherewolf]

[In the early morning, Tucker appears on the network. He's holding something that looks like a DVD case.]

Boy, you guys sure had fun while I was gone, huh? [He does not regret leaving you all to your paranoia plague.]

Anyway, not here to make fun, just here to say I got something pretty damn good when all those items showed up. Figured that since you guys've had a rough time, I might share and cheer you up a little bit. So here you go: one movie, fresh off the disc.

[There is a completely innocuous video file attached.]

Enjoy.

[He signs off.

And then somewhere, unseen, laughs his ass off for about five minutes straight.]




[About three hours later, he just posts a picture of a notecard that has some words written on it.]

did u like my movie lmao
real showtime is this wednesday @ 6
1301
b there or b square


[OOC note: a log for this will go up on Wednesday!]

Video 6 - Sewing Shop

[roseofthetyrells]

[the video opens on the Sewing Shop and a smiling Margaery, wearing this dress and sitting in a chair.

dress forms, a cloth-draped table, and bolts of cloth can be seen in the distance.

Margaery still looks a little tired after her ordeal with the paranoia flu, but she's doing her best to look bright and pleasant. it's mostly convincing]

Hello, everyone!

I wanted to remind everyone that the Sewing Shop is here for those who can't find clothing to their taste at the shops. The only payment I require is a bolt of fabric from Tranquility. His task for acquiring the fabric is relatively simple and fair.

I'm also available to teach sewing to anyone who wants to learn how. Please let me know if you'd like lessons.

[To Caboose]

Your hat is ready to be picked up whenever you're available.

Video 1

[outofthefire]

[the video opens on a slightly off-kilter Laura standing in the middle of the Sewing Shop]

Hey. Does anyone know if the Sewing Shop lady had any enemies, people who might wanna go after her? 'Cause I stopped by to get a dress altered and there wasn't anybody here. I did find this. [she turns the camera so it captures the view of little specks of what's clearly relatively fresh blood on the fabric draped across a table] here. So either she stuck herself real bad with a needle or something's going on. And if something's going on, I think I know who to blame.

[the camera turns back to face an unsmiling Laura who is now leaving the Shop and headed somewhere purposefully. those with sharp eyes will notice that she's walking towards the armory]

I probably shoulda said something about this earlier. I don't know how many other worlds even have demons. But mine does. And now, so does this world.

She's about my height, she's got a medium complexion and black hair. The thing you'll really notice is her black eyes. I don't mean black eyes as in someone hit her in the face black eyes, but actually black eyes. She already tried to kill me once. What's gonna stop her from killing someone else? Like maybe the Sewing Shop lady?

Demons are evil. Pure evil. They like to have their fun with us mortals, but don't mistake that for friendship. Demons don't even know what the word means. The best we can hope for is that they'll be amused by us long enough for us to get away.

[Laura arrives at the armory and yanks the door open. the camera veers off of her face and towards the ground as she enters, obviously searching for something. she lifts her hand with the camera as she reaches a shortbow, her other hand taking it off of the wall, shrugging it onto her shoulder. then the camera veers again and raises again as she finds a quiver of arrows, lifting that off of the wall, too. she lifts the camera up to her face again, catching a determined expression]

I don't know what I'm doing. I don't even know if she can be killed. But I guess we'll find out?

((OOC: This post takes place just before the contents of this incident))

[audio] Caedra's Summoning - Call to Arms

[synthedick]

[In good news, the Guard's watchtowers are working. Hadriel's latest bunch of unwanted guests only get a few minutes in the city before the call to arms goes out. The bad news, of course, is that a call to arms has to go out at all, but that's the norm in a city like Hadriel. No one can say the place is dull. And if they do, then they're probably the ones stirring up trouble like this in the first place.

Nick's voice cuts in, along with the telltale shuffling of papers -- that'd be the maps rolling out across his desk, ones made specifically for times like this.]

Guard, report in. In case you missed the memo, it looks like we have a mess to clean up.

[There's the scratching of a pencil as he writes down who is supposed to be patrolling where at this time. Might make things easier to manage if folks are where they ought to be.]

We got a report from the southern tower about enemies manifesting in the streets near Rage's temple. Three fliers, maybe a dozen on the ground, all ugly.

[And when a guy with the side of his face torn off says something is ugly, it's probably true.]

We're looking for a lady with black eyes while we're at it, last seen near the temple.

[Maybe Caedra is involved, maybe she just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time; however, if she is a demon and all these monsters are suddenly showing up the second she starts skulking around Rage's temple, it doesn't look good -- especially when she was also in the neighborhood of the sewing shop earlier. Nick's patrol is later in the evening, and he usually walks past there. It's a rare occasion Margaery isn't in, and she doesn't seem like the type to invite folks over then not be there. Maybe it's just a series of coincidences, but Nick's gut, mechanical as it may be, tells him otherwise.

And he's been a detective long enough to know to trust that feeling.]

Henry is already headed down there, and Ignis is the one who sent word from the tower. The rest of you let me know where you are, maybe where you're headed. Let's see if we can't get areas covered and these things taken care of before they wreck the place. And if you aren't on the Guard, but have intel you're willing to share or skills you want to put to good use, I'm all ears.

[Valentine out. Click.]