[Charlie usually prefers to post text to the network, but he's in a hurry and talking is faster than typing. He sounds to be a bit in a rush and the announcement is hardly polished.]

Hey you lot, we've got a movie theater up on the run and we're screening our first-- [It's not really a film, is it? More like a carnival act. This is the last time he lets Collette pick something to screen without intense supervision.] --uh, movie. Admission's a flat rate of one marque for any transport to cover operational costs, no fee for civvies. I've attached coordinates and a blurb about the-- movie we've got running to this message.

Come if you like, though I warn you now that minors are probably in for a bit of a shock.

[There's an attachment to the voice message that contains both the coordinates of the theatre - "The Usual Place" - and a description of the movie. The latter reads:]

CRANK (2006)
Rating Information: R for violence and saucy language as well as some extremely adult situations and some truly godawful camerawork as well. Not recommended for anyone under the age of 16 or over the age of 65
Summary: Professional assassin Chev Chelios learns his rival has injected him with a poison that will kill him if his heart rate drops
Director: Mark Neveldine and Brian Taylor (god help them)
Starring: Some git, Amy Smart, some other people as well


((ooc: There's an open log HERE for anyone who wants to come! Come mingle, eat snacks, watch a terrible action movie.))

... You're kidding, right? After all that, the Initiative can't pay it's electric bill?

[ A dim, red light is all that's illuminating the room. Red X usually has his bedroom locked up tight, mostly due to hazardous material and stuff that he stole from all over the city, but he didn't stop to think of not broadcasting this one from his room in his rage. He noticed the smell, too. At least, while his mask was off. It's been on since then. That's right - he hasn't taken it off since this whole mess started, except to eat and drink. ]

So, what is it, sabotaged breakers, generator failing, someone spill coffee all over the big red button? This has gone on so long that it's now officially inconvenient enough for me to want to fix it myself.

[ ... of course, it's not that simple, is it? Not that he knows. But like hell he's sleeping in these conditions. ]