Looks like moving out of transport housing when I did was one of my better decisions.

[ Deadpan as ever. Yeah, guess who's looking at the apartment complex right now. Almost everything is bombed to hell. Except for his own single apartment further away from the Hold which is pretty damn cool. ]

Though I have to wonder if that was caused by the bombs or another type of explosive. Or maybe a chain reaction.

[ You know who you are. And if this is your fault, kid, Adam hopes you're happy now, you asked for it. ]

Anyway, do we have a status report? Not like I'm expecting an official one anytime soon, given the levels of competence and efficiency we're working with here.


[ Private and 98% unhackable, for Bunny Barnaby. ]

How's it look? The precinct-to-be still standing?

[ There's a notable pause. ]

Should probably get a move on, given the chaos. It's a breeding ground for more.

[ Oh hey, it's that confused looking barely-dressed lady that had been wandering around the courtyard in a haze of bemusement earlier! She's looking a little worse for the wear tonight. Her white fuzzy bathroom is blood spattered and torn at one shoulder, and there's strange tears at her cheek and nose. And possibly more attention-grabbing, there's a whole lot of blood coming out from under the hand cupped over one of her eyes.

Needless to say, she doesn't look pleased. ]

Finally. [ UGH THIS WHOLE TECHNOLOGY THING REALLY SUCKS. ]

Tell me someone can fix this.

[ Hello guys, I hope you enjoy Adam Vision, because the following videofeed is from Adam's direct point of view—and there's an UGLY ORANGE ahem, classy renaissance gold tinge to everything, and people who've seen him before might know the reason for this.

Anyway, he's outside—right in the middle of the bomb and evacuation chaos, yep. The connection's sort of bad, so expect the occasional static, especially should you happen to respond. ]

Adam Jensen, reporting live from the front lines.

[ Adam your humor is so dry and deadpan and inappropriate. There's also a constant INFLATING-DEFLATING sound, even as he speaks, which is sort of annoying—some people might recognize it as the noise a rebreather makes. ]

Not sure what these fumes do when breathed in, but I wouldn't encourage anyone to try and find out. It's probably best to stay underground until-- [ He suddenly falls quiet and a few seconds later, there are some Masked. Passing right by him and pausing, just a few feet away. EVEN LOOKING INTO HIS DIRECTION and tilting their heads because what is that noise? Adam continues, his voice the same volume as before (yay for subvocal communication implant) -]

--Yeah. There's the other problem.

[ If you ever wanted to get a closer look at the Masked, you just did. Either way, they shrug and continue on their merry way after a few moments, heading into the direction of the Initiative Hold, and Adam follows. His radar is still exclusive to his HUD and therefore himself, but his Smart Vision actually is recorded by the feed when he activates it, and he directs his gaze momentarily at the ground as he walks—and there's the glowing human shapes of people hiding away in the tunnels, you might even be able to spot yourself if you're particularly observant.

Anyway, Adam redirects his own attention back to what's in front of him, namely a wall with a person right behind it. He knows for a fact that the entrances are sort of heavily guarded, and so--

Wallpunching and neckbreaking happens. Only in first person view. ]

Where, exactly, does the Initiative store their technology? Because I'm assuming that's what they're after.

[ Also he lowers himself into a crouch to poke the dead guy and uh, see if he got anything useful on him. ]

These guys aren't very talkative. Anyone interested in ... taking a closer look, anyway?

[ Because HE sure is interested but he is no doctor. He will totes drag one of them back into the tunnels, though. Now, stay right with us to enjoy more of this playthrough of Deus Exsilly: Explosive Revolutions...]

[This time Chloe's set up in her room instead of the chilly rooftop perch where she'd made her initial broadcast. One, it's cozier, and two-- well, two is that she's still busy enjoying the little collection of trinkets and coins that've been acquired over both the course of her stay in the city and their brief expedition into the past. (The most important of the bunch being Henry's Morgan dollars, currently being rolled over her fingertips as she addresses the net.)]

Well that was a wild ride, wasn't it? Here's hoping we get sent out on destination holidays a little more often. Shame about the mess here, though. Seems like everyone's had a hard time of things this week.

Just goes to show how much we all ought to be watching one another's backs, no matter what kind of a disaster it might be out there.

Speaking of which...[Chloe sets her coin collection down for a moment to hold up a slightly defunct looking digital tablet. Poor thing's seen much, much better days.] Anyone out there know a thing or two about computers? I'm trying to save this one from the scrap heap, but it's been giving me one hell of a time.

I also figured it was about time I put out the call again. If you need something found-- doesn't matter what-- my crew and I are willing to get it for you. Our rates are fair, and trust me, with as lovely a place as this is, you might as well have someone out managing the more tedious tasks for you.

And Koltira, you still owe me. Fifty for the last job, fifty as a down payment on this one. Try not to make me regret placing a little faith in you, yeah?

You know what honestly blows the most in this place?

[ Jack's slumped down into the cushions of her unit's living room couch, an empty bag of chips resting against her stomach as she rambles. ]

The fucking cable. Has anyone else been watching Days of Our Dumbass Totalitarian Future? I don't know how many more fucking times I can watch the big reveal that Sally McBigtits is pregnant and the great betrayal of Fabio von Whatshisass fucking around behind her back before I shove my foot through the TV. I miss the extranet. I miss the bispecies porn. At least it was laugh worthy to see a Hanar and an Elcor trying to get it on.

You know what they say about idle hands... Well, I'm not really sure, but in this context it probably means arson is on the horizon, so let's work on the entertainment sector some time before I decide it's a better plan to just go around torching shit for the funsies.

[ There's a long pause in which she just stares with the most bored of eyes at the screen, face intensely unimpressed with life as a whole. ]


Shepard, I'm hungry.

[ The controls of the netbook are clumsy at best, but eventually Gamora gets the video feed to switch on. There's a displeased green face with blank white eyes staring into the video for a second or so before she starts talking. ]

I'll assume this thing is working - here I thought everything on my 'things I don't want to ever experience' list had been crossed out already. Turns out that there's always something else. Who knew?

[ While her face might be settled on something termed 'neutral dislike' her tone implies a level of discontent closer to scathing contempt. ]

For the record - I quit all this way back. No one cares about 'we need your help or we will all die' when it's not your own universe. Planet, whatever. So if anyone's going to try and stop me from getting out of here, good flarking luck.

[ And with that, the feed ends. ]

[The four-eyed alien on the screen is excitedly typing away on her laptop with two hands, and waving two more in excited ways. Because yes, she has four hands and she is making wild gestures to punctuate each and every word she says. She is not going to stop for anything.]

I can’t believe this! Humans are everywhere, this is the most amazingly perfect opportunity! I have been studying humans, of course, but my sample size has been very limited up until now!

Let me review my notes so far- [She taps a few times on her laptop to bring up said notes, rapidly reading over them a few times before she starts talking again]

Humans are a fairly low-tech pre-spaceflight species, not many of them have made it into space! Which is such a shame, they’re a very attractive species, even though they tend to be a bit hairy and don’t have enough eyes. But I haven’t let things like that get in my way before! [She laughs loudly, then continues]

What else, what else- I wish I had my original notes here, I really did! Oh yes- humans are remarkably stubborn, prone to irrationality...and quite a violent species, too, aren’t they? They certainly do love their wars! Only two sexes too, correct? Isn’t that a shame.

I believe that’s where my data ends! I need more, much more to fill out a proper database file. And if any are up for an examination....well, I am a doctor! I need to know how to treat all of you, don’t I?

Oh, I'm so excited to start working! Tell me where I'm needed, please?

[Nick's looking much cleaner and neater than he had in his last entry, but he doesn't look to be in any better of a mood, and the bottle of scotch on the table next to him is half-empty]

How the fuck can there not be any casinos in this place? Or 'houses of ill-repute.' Given that we're supposed to be, like, a thousand years in the future, this place is pretty damn disappointing.

I have yet to see one flying care anywhere. There's also no robot butlers, no hot robot chicks, no weird-looking alien kids who like reese's pieces... there aren't even any 'damn, dirty apes.' And instead of living on some cool space station on Mars, we're stuck in Assholeshire, England, digging through post-apolocyptic rubble. There isn't even a god-damned McDonald's.

[He suddenly leans forward, his face taking up the entire screen.]

So if whoever's in charge happens to be watching this, I've got just one thing to say:

I want a fucking refund.

[The sounds of outside filter through the network, distant with little to be heard beyond the faint rustle of the wind, but there nonetheless. A distinctive clink-fwoosh of a lighter disrupts anything further, followed by the slow crackle of burning paper and tobacco and a satisfied inhale and steady exhale. When he finally speaks, it's with a tone that lacks interest.]

Well, isn't this quaint. Doubt I would have believed it were I not seeing it with my own eyes. At least the woman greeting me was persuasive enough. [You can practically hear the dirty little smirk.]

Even so, I'm not quite sure how I feel out of my home and sent on my merry way towards college kid dorm rooms. Or rather, I'm perfectly aware of how I feel about it, just the words I'm looking for aren't for public ears.

Still. Judging by the archives on this thing, there's plenty of you about who know this world, so come on, share your wisdom with an outsider, would you? One can never know too much.

[A pause as he inhales another lungful of smoke, eventually adding with a thoughtful exhale:] Oh, and don't patronise me with the basics. I'm curious, not stupid.