09 April 2013 @ 09:25 pm
You still there, all my little friends?

cut for... audible gore?? )
09 March 2013 @ 01:25 pm
[ voice | locked from team yuetsu | we interrupt your regularly scheduled virus for a psa ]  
[ the Doctor sounds a bit... well, shell-shocked, today. and slightly out of breath, as if he'd just run into his ship from the outside and got her into the air before immediately switching the mike on. ]

Right. Well, all things considered, that could've gone worse.

[ raising his voice a little, he announces: ] Bit of advice for you all: if you ever happen to be caught in a tight spot with an Oruplasmian, whatever you do, don't let her try and solve the problem by swallowing it. You think you've seen bad indigestion in whatever your species is, let me tell you, you haven't seen anything until you've had to tangle with the Oruplasmian digestive system.

[ beat. ]

Oh, and while I'm here, has anyone else noticed that Kirei Kotomine and Goldilocks's world has been locked off? Someone might want to look into that, just a thought. Any other time the community's restricted access to a world, it's never been good.

[ another beat, a longer one, this time. ]

Oh, and all those dealing with a virused friend over the next few days, remember to stay in touch. The personality switching ones can be a bit on the hairy side.

Right, I think that's pretty much everything. Ta much!
01 March 2013 @ 01:55 pm
[canon update] [voice] [yes you heard me] [locked from team saber and team lancer(s)]  
[Those of you who have spoken to Kirei in person before may have noted that he sounds very flat and monotone.


He doesn't now.]

If a superior made a mistake, would it be your duty to correct them? Or would you let them flounder in their own errors? I suppose it would depend on how severe the error is, if nothing else. Some mistakes are just small missteps in judgment, after all. It's almost impossible to know everything all at once.

But there are some mistakes that can only be made once. Ones so large that they can't be taken back. You become stuck upon a path, winding outward from the consequences of your actions. Inevitably, those consequences must come back to us.

If the person above you made a mistake of that magnitude...


Would you be one of those consequences?

[Casually, in the background:]

It appears that Kotomine Kirei is rather long-winded, today.

(OOC: gold = gilgamesh. Also, people trying to worldhop into fate/zero verse will now find it worldlocked! nobody's coming in or out. We runnin' this!)
30 September 2012 @ 11:57 pm
[voice post]  
Everything's out of control. Well, I'm sure you already knew that, whoever's listening to this.

[her voice sounds rushed, and a little garbled.]

I have to head him off, it's the only way to get him away from Sherry. I have to stop him, but I have to get to the vaccine, and get the vaccine to Sherry, and--

God, where are those children? Not that you can trust them, they're all over Ada Wong like a rash, won't hear a word against her even though this is her fault...

I need more time. If I could just- if I could stop him, even temporarily, maybe try and slow him down even a little.

What am I doing? This... this is on, isn't it, I switched it on. All right. Goodbye, whoever's listening, if there was anyone ever there at all. Wish me luck. He and I have unfinished business, and as much as it pains me...

[she laughs brokenly]

It's time for me to try and kill my husband.
05 February 2012 @ 03:21 am
[voice] secondary laboratory log - xx/xx/199x  
I suppose I should record something, even though we aren't doing experiments anymore. We? There isn't a "we", I'm the only one left, aren't I?

[there's a long pause, as she tries to think of what to talk about. it's not easy to try and record what could be your last words.]

I had a dream last night, I think. We were all at some sort of party. There were strangers there, strangers that I spoke to through a computer beforehand.

Are you out there, strangers?

It was a very beautiful party, a ball or something. Even I looked wonderful. I haven't scrubbed up properly since...

[she chuckles.]

It was a long time ago.

My daughter was there. My precious Sherry. She seemed older, but I'm sure it was still her. She looked beautiful too. And...

[her voice cracks, ever so slightly]

...and William was there. He was there.


[the recording stops abruptly.]
Current Mood: tired
21 August 2011 @ 10:29 pm
introductions, please.  
Tell me, then. What you are. Where this is. Why there are cute, brightly coloured ducks on this terminal. On all the terminals.

Tell me everything. If I'm insane now, I might as well be entertained by my hallucinations. I want to know who you're supposed to be.

As for me? My name is Annette Birkin, and my husband is dead.

And he's trying to kill me.
Current Mood: tired
13 August 2011 @ 12:17 am
[voice] secondary laboratory log - xx/xx/199x  
Don't beep at me, you imbecilic machine, this isn't a log. I don't want to record anything, I just want to get the vaccine details, just let me get at the procedure, just--

[there are several slams and a crackle, like someone thumping the machine]

First there were thieves running around here, and now I have hackers to contend with? Well, that's just fabulous, isn't it? That's fantastic! They don't realize, they don't understand, they, they just, they don't know how important this is, what they're ruining, what--

[more slams, and then a frustrated wail]

They don't know how important this information is, how much this vaccine is needed! Let me get to the files! I need those files, you bastards!

[and again, the slamming continues, on and on and on and on and--]
Current Mood: frustrated
22 February 2011 @ 11:38 pm
thanks for tuning in, viewers  
[It's time for the Midnight Channel and tonight's presentation is a SPECIAL DOUBLE FEATURE. Somethin's a-stirrin' in the old Birkin house, that one off East St., the one that people used to wonder about, used to wonder if a little girl lived there all alone, that one where nobody lives now. Where nobody lives.

And yet. Something stirs. Something that shouldn't even be there, because even if one cell of it remained, it sure wouldn't be here, in this house. Beneath this house.

Close-up on the floorboards in the living room, so that we can see the vibrations and hear the scratching. When the inevitable "hand" punches up through the floor, this shot lets us get all the details, even how the splintered wood scores the monstrous appendage. Of course, it needs to pull back as the thing that used to be Annette Birkin tears its way upwards, hauls itself out of the hole in the ground.]


[Or rather, the thing that used to be the thing that used to be Annette Birkin. Somehow, against the laws of science (INSERT LAUGH TRACK HERE) G has succumbed to rot. She became one of those zombies after all.

Our condolences.

So now, as this show gears up to the main meat of the feature, Annette/G/The Shadow from the Depths of Earth drags itself across the floor and up the stairs.

Will you follow it?]
18 November 2010 @ 07:20 pm
[Welcome to Tricell, Inc. This is one of their laboratories, in sunny Africa. There's nothing particularly exciting onscreen: a few murky vats, a large bank of monitors and various other pieces of equipment. There isn't even anyone in the room - oh, until now. The door's just opened, and in walks a woman, staggering ever so slightly with the gait of the very exhausted.

She drops herself into the chair in front of the computer, and boy, does she look rough. She must be about 50, with straggly blonde hair and a split lip. Most of her face is a mess, to be entirely honest, with extensive bruising around her eye, and even more broken skin. Sweat drips from her chin. However, despite her drawn, damaged features, she still gives the impression of excellent physical fitness. Her build is certainly athletic, to say the least.

Noticing the camera is on, she gives a little wave. When she has her breath back, she leans in to make a recording.]

Did I leave this on? I must be going senile in my old age. Five hours' footage of an empty lab, hm? Great. Mind you, it'll tell me if that bitch has been taking my samples, or if I'm just more senile than I thought.

[running a hand over her face, she then shakes off the blood and sweat.]

Ugh. The locals are definitely starting to get...

[a grim little laugh, as she shakes her head]


[She leans forward to switch off the camera, and then seems to notice that things aren't quite as they should be. This isn't exactly Tricell's intranet, for one. Thumping a fist down on a nearby intercom panel, she lets out a less-than-standard yell over the tannoy.]

ALBERT! You have to come and look at this.
Current Mood: exhausted
01 October 2010 @ 03:33 am
[video post the second]  
WARNING: cut for violence )
30 September 2010 @ 10:18 pm
[accidental video post]  
WARNING: cut for violence )
Current Mood: anxious
29 September 2010 @ 11:39 pm
[accidental video]  
[See Adachi. Adachi's currently screwing around on his computer, looking up porn no he's actually playing solitaire, kind of bored out of his mind...]

[When out of nowhere, Annette Birkin suddenly looms up behind him, holding an attache case up very high above his head. Apparently he must've seen her reflection or something because he starts to turn in utter horror -]

Annette, wh -

[She brings the case down on his head with a THUD! and the guy goes out cold. Job done, Annette slips out again.]

[...Meanwhile, the video's still running, until about maybe twenty minutes later when Adachi eventually comes to himself and notices. Yes this means replies from Adachi'll be delayed 30 minutes icly.]

29 September 2010 @ 01:56 am
[locked from other (ex-)denizens of creeper island with the exception of wesker.]  
Somebody has to help me. Please. I have to go home - it's an emergency!

You saw the videos, it isn't safe for us here. I need to take my daughter away from this place. I'm scared for her. Please, just take us home. I can pay you.

...and if anybody saw, yesterday. In my journal. I am so sorry you had to read that stupid entry. I fell asleep! How silly of me. But really, it's not silly. That's another problem, I... I have medicine that I need to take, and we ran out. There's more at home, so we wouldn't have to make a special trip or anything.

I just need somebody to take us home.
Current Mood: worried
19 September 2010 @ 08:57 pm
listen to me  
You were right, you were right. I look like a fool, don't I? You're all laughing at me. I know you are. I deserve it. After all, I'm hilarious. This whole thing, it's been a blast for all of you, hasn't it?

For those of you that haven't been playing along at home, my name is Annette, and my husband has moved on. My ex-husband. He's in love, properly this time, so we should all be very, very happy for him. Very happy.

The rest of you, I don't want to hear your I-told-you-so-I-TOLD-YOU-SOs. I don't. I don't want to hear them.

Instead, tell me about your favorite marine life. Let's have a chat. I wanted to be a marine biologist. I was never particularly interested in virology at school.

That's also funny, isn't it?

Let's have a chat.
Current Mood: fine
06 August 2010 @ 12:46 pm
Current Mood: pissed off
14 June 2010 @ 12:04 am
[voice] secondary laboratory log - xx/xx/199x  
Samples one through twenty-four, twenty-six through thirty-two, and thirty-seven through fifty show no reaction to application of the β-grade serum. Thirty-three through thirty-six were destroyed by the application. Twenty-five shows delayed signs of mutation.

The Plant 43s displayed increased aggression this morning. Other organisms were-- were normal.

Synthesis of vaccine is still. Uh. Still pending.

[She clears her throat loudly.]

Pending on.

[And again, with a sniff this time.]

...I can't even remember what it's pending on. I can't remember because I can't concentrate. I can't concentrate because--

What is this?!
Current Mood: scared