[Video, public.]

[Gordon looks like hell. Drawn and sleepless, A large bruise on his forehead across the browbone, several scrapes, cuts and bruises on his face and neck, glasses scratched... He stares into the camera awkwardly, with bustle in the Labs behind him.]

No doubt you've seen the large anomalous mass in the middle of the city. I believe we know exactly what it is now.

It's a creature by the name of Zagreus. It's a conscious collective of timelines that had been unnaturally stopped from manifesting the way they should. The resultant energy has gained a name and a mind... of a fashion, but not a form. Yet. It's not alive in the conventional sense, but it does have a goal: to eradicate every timeline it comes into contact with, including ours. It had been dormant in the Doctor's subconscious until now; god only knows how it got out, but now it's free, and gestating inside that temporal knot in the center of town. Feeding off all the chaos of the age-scrambling while the Timeknot dilation field ages and turns to ash anything that gets immersed in it.

We've got to get in there and destroy Zagreus before it reaches full maturity. Thanks to the Doctor's schematics we at the Labs have created a handful of personal temporal stability devices that will enable us to get into the Tineknot unharmed. What we need now, are people who are willing to use them. We should have enough devices for anyone who wants to go in, anyone who wants to fight, but let me know here so that I can be sure of it.

Tomorrow morning we'll meet there. I plan on going in as well. It wouldn't be the first time I did something like this... But I get the feeling that even in its larval stage, Zagreus is going to take all our firepower to take down.

[Video, private to Morrigan]

[He knows she heard him, that he intends to throw himself into that portal to god-knows-where. He hadn't mentioned anything of the sort to her. Therefore:]

I think I owe you an explanation.

((EDIT: Log post is HERE! CHARGE!))

[The video opens to Reaver, seated in a nondescript location that is most likely his room. He leans back after a moment, looking quite pleased with himself.]

There we go! Now then, I'll cut straight to the chase; I have some questions for you all.

First, is life here always this hectic? Not that I mind a little excitement, but suddenly arriving here and then being transported to another world entirely is a bit much, even for me. And let's not forget this nonsense with the children. I haven't seen so many brats running around in years. Bloodstone certainly didn't have that many, though then again that might be because I... hmm. So, I want to know if this is commonplace for this world and if this is what I have to look forward to while I'm here.

Second, I would like information on these weapons. Yes, yes, they're sentient and can change to meet your needs or something like that. I understand that. What I want to know is why mine hasn't changed. I've been here for the better part of a month and I've seen no changes whatsoever. Surely they weren't lying to me about all this.

Finally, what can you all tell me about this "United Earth" group that we're supposedly fighting against? I don't like going into a fight without any information on my enemies, and if I must fight for the Initiative, I would like to know what we're up against. Have any of you fought them before? Any sort of information would be appreciated.

[...And if you think he's actually interested in fighting for the Initiative, you're dead wrong. Not that he'll mention that, of course!]

I suppose I should be thanking you for your time, but really, you ought to be thanking me for mine. It's not often one gets to discuss such matters with someone of my caliber. Do get back to me with any information you have; I'll be sure to make it worth your while, presuming you aren't underage.

[With that said, Reaver reaches over to turn off the device, still smirking deviously.]

(OOC: Reaver has a permissions post over here regarding his... flirtatious nature. Please fill it out if you don't want him hitting on your character(s)!)

[The signal seems to be coming from the same frequency as the Doctor's tablet but... clearly isn't the Doctor. Instead, the screen is full of text, interspesed with almost spasmodic flashes of Gallifreyan writing.]


MESSAGE RECEIVED
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[An image of someone recognizable to some as Lucifer shows on the screen for a moment.]

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ZERO MATTER LOCATED:[Co-ordinates for an area very near the anomaly are given.]
ZERO MATTER MUST BE BROUGHT INTO SINGULARITY.
WARNING: ZERO MATTER RADIATION MAY CAUSE PRESENTATION OF UNCONTROLLED PSYCHOKINETIC MANIPULATION ABILITY IN EXPOSED ORGANIC LIFE FORMS.
ADVISE EXTREME CAUTION.
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ENTITY ‘DOCTOR’ ALSO WITHIN ANOMALY
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[When Rose appears on the camera, there is definitely something wrong. She's standing in the center of her apartment, and is holding the Thorns of Oglogoth in her hands, the dark energies of the wands encapsulating her entire body, a sort of festering shadow that seeps and writhes off her form. She has one wand pointed forward, presumably to where the camera is, and it jostles faintly, apparently held in the air by her magic. Her expression is still pretty calm though, if somewhat annoyed.]

Og'lith t'n v'shrn qun.

[She starts to speak, then hesitates, frowning at the camera, and the annoyance in her eyes gets worse.]

Bith v'shrn o'lith'gor fib'ru mrup vis'th tor q'yub vas sh'n g'hruug. G'ron fnlth g'rsash j'rg htlath k'fvash ogl'athr v'ashtar. [She waves her other hand around some as she speaks, as if she is explaining something very important.] T'lsh a un'glo glon'a vish hys'lin stul'von 'ultp bom. V'ultkinta, tish vn'ah usl'p gr'othrs h'rp tho'ag s'hign, ths, vnp, otot. H'rugleth?

[She seems to be waiting expectantly, and then after a few moments she just makes a frustrated noise.]

Shruggot.

[With a wave of her wand, the camera shuts off.]

[ Here's an unusually solemn new face. Ashraf looks a little shorter, a little more gangly, and with less wear and tear. He's traded out his swank priest robes for a nice tan dress-looking ensamble, too. After some initial juggling he stares straight into the camera, takes a breath, and speaks very carefully. ]

I understand that… some of you will recognize me. To those that don't, or have forgotten me, my name is Ashraf Salib, an acolyte. [ A pause, and there's a rustle of paper as he glances down at something in his hands. A note? ] …That is to say, I am a healer. Please make use of that, if you need it.

I've been instructed to tell this network that any children that are unsure of where to go or what to do may come to the clinic for care. There are a lot of people who are currently their wrong ages, I think? Well — you will find safe haven at the clinic.

[ YES HE DID IT, HE WAS PROFESSIONAL AND EVERYTHING. He looks a little nervously relieved as he hurries to kill the feed again.

Then a few minutes later (it takes him a while to figure this thing out ok), some ( private messages! )

[Meliantha, looking a little older, with an eyepatch and her hair much shorter, looks out of the screen.]

Okay. I've got a couple minutes, so.

Someone go to the path where Chelexthia, or whatever she called herself, killed me, find my sword, and bring it to my room. Leave it on the couch. I'll leave myself a message that, when I get brought back to life, to pay you for the service.

Thanks.