[She's tried private messaging him. She's tried simply waiting around for him. Now Saya is trying the network as a last resort.]

Solomon? We've kept missing each other these last few days, I think. I wanted to ask you something. It's not really horribly important but I--

[And there the woman is cut off by a sound in the background. It's muted, as if it were coming from some distance away.
Saya casts a glance over her shoulder, then she looks back to her device with a faint smile.]

Hold on, there's someone at the front door.

[With that, the device is laid down and ends up looking at a perfectly ordinary ceiling of off-white. The retreating noise of footsteps is followed by the click of a shutting door. The noises are even more muffled afterwards - evidently Saya believes in closing doors behind her when she leaves a room.]

[ When Percy wakes up feeling like P. Diddy, goes out and hits the City, the gigantic rainbow overhead today is hard to miss. And just his luck, he's seen the likes of it before when he met the goddess Iris. He doesn't have any drachmas on him but maybe she can reach here and help him get in touch with people back home. She's nice enough to do him the favor. Better yet, it might somehow be his ticket outta here.

So as he starts making his way towards the end of the rainbow that's in the forests, he figures he can collect all-natural nuts to make up for the gold on the way or something. After a while of squirrel-defying tree-climbing: ]

O Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering.

[ He tosses nuts at the rainbow. It's not working. Ugh. What was Fleecy's direct number again? ]

O Fleecy, do me a solid. Show Annabeth on the Argo II.

[ Still not working, so he keeps walking and tossing nuts. For a while there, Percy starts to think this might end up a nightmare where he finds a lot of vegan twinkies piled up at the other end of the rainbow, glinting in the light due to some toxic gluten-free component, but on the off chance it's not, he'll keep trying his luck. ]



[ ooc; actionspam aww yeah. anyone feel free to join in and, if there's a preference, note if you'd rather been seen as friend/neutral/foe. threadjacking action/networkspam or any sleepwalkers colliding is also cool because we need to go deeper BRAWWWNNGH ]

Jess?

[Sam looks almost as if he doesn't realize the camera is on, his eyes vague and staring. At the same time, there's a grim sort of determination lined in his features. The words seem to come from a long way away, with effort. In his own mind, Sam is reviewing the evidence, the clues to her disappearance, piecing together the conspiracy of demons that has taken her from him yet again. And he's so close, he can feel it. Just around that corner...]

I know she's out there. And I'm going to get her back.

[Sam is going to keep walking, keep pursuing that thread that will lead him to Jessica. Resistance will be met with incomprehension at best, an assumption of collusion with the enemy at worst.]

I'm going to assume that everyone is alright after the events of yesterday. If not I'm sure there are some emergency services that could be provided to aid people.

And a belated Happy Saint Patrick's Day to everyone.

[Kazuo can be seen sitting on a rock at the beach. There are waves crashing around him as he looks out over the water.

A moment later, he looks at his device.]

What is to be found at the end of a rainbow?

I considered looking and decided answers would be found more quickly by asking people instead.

[The post starts off as simple audio.]

Good afternoon! I was hoping that someone - or multiple someones, of course - might be able to provide me with some information. I've been made to understand by the guides with which I have been provided that the Underground, particularly the area surrounding the clock, are reasonably dangerous. I would like to now exactly how hazardous a trip down there is. I believe that the information that could potentially be gleaned from such an expedition may outweigh any--

[And then Doc is interrupted by barking. As he deals with that development, the video function is activated and a very excited shaggy mutt can be seen jumping up on him excitedly, tail wagging.]

No, no, not now, boy -- down. There we are, yes, there-- that's a good boy, isn't it?

[And the dog is calmed, sitting contentedly as Doc scratches his head. After a moment, Doc's attention returns to the device, and notices the video feature is on.]

Ah -- well, as long as this is activated, I suppose I may as well make some introductions.

[Shifting the focus to the dog now.]

I found him the other day; he appears to be a stray, but if he does have a home and anyone happens to know where it may be and with whom, please don't hesitate speak up. Otherwise, I'll be more than happy to look after him. As a matter of fact, I've already taken to calling him Everett.

[And Everett barks, apparently happy with this moniker. Doc smiles as he shifts the camera back to a more general view of himself and the workshop. As he straightens himself back up to his full stature, you may catch a glimpse of the DeLorean behind him, its gull-wing doors up.]

But yes, as I was saying; the clock! Any information whatsoever that could be provided would be most appreciated. Thank you.

[And the transmission ends.]

[ The video shows: one (1) little girl, sitting cross-legged on the ground in a neat red dress and one (1) kitten, currently climbing the girl's lap while she smiles and pets it.

Once the feed starts, Ivy of course realises that it has done so, and her face quickly reverts to its usual neutrality. She takes the kitten and turns it so they're both facing the camera. ]

This is Timur. [ a short hesitation. ] It may be beneficial to him to spend some time with other pets so that he will not grow up without companions.

'Chasing rainbows'; a lovely name for 'Trying to achieve something that is not possible or practical'.

Next time, try going after unicorns. They can be caught and do have some value.

On that note; ( (Filtered to Captain Harkness) )

Are we all done searching for the end of the rainbow?

Out of sheer curiosity: Did anyone actually find anything, or was that just another wild goose chase?


That aside. Ms Pond, if you and your companion try and break into Mr Stark's lab again, I'll resort to more drastic measures than those involving Dummy and the fire extinguisher. Same goes for anyone else who has the bright idea of trying to sneak into places they have no business being in, mystery and excitement and detecting detective stuff [ his voice makes it clear that's a quote and equally clear what he thinks of it ] notwithstanding. Is that clear?

Yesterday morning I woke up and told myself, "Don't drink the green beer, Curt. No one dyes a decent beer green." I don't actually remember when I decided to ignore my own advice, but it was probably some time after I got the sparkly green hat. I don't tend to regret partying, but I regret the green beer at least. That shit's disturbing coming back up.

[Private to Stephen]
At any point last night, did you draw a shamrock on my ass? Because if that wasn't you, I only have more questions.

[Filtered from Known DELILAH Members || Unhackable]
( [Filtered to the City Police || Unhackable] )

( [Filtered from Princess Rosella || Unhackable] )

I won't proceed to speculate on the curse yesterday. The story of treasures to be found at the end of a rainbow is nothing but superstition and daydreams--the sort of thing one hears from children and old nannies. It's a charming story, perhaps--as charming as any promise of treasure or paradise to be found in one place or another. And perhaps such a story is fitting of rainbows, which are equally charming. But it's still nonsense.

Of course, I realised long ago that reason is of no use in the face of curses because curses are rather like madness or dreams, where nothing makes sense nor can reason reach anyone in the midst of the ordeal. Everything impossible and unreasonable makes perfect sense in a dream.

I mention dreams in particular because I did cross paths with more than a few people who seemed in the midst of them yesterday as they went wandering across the City, seeking out rainbows. I tried to speak to a lady among them, but she accused me of being the 'Prince of the Blackbirds' and of thwarting her quest and she tried very hard to throw some handful of powdered makeup at me because, she said, that 'magic powder' would drive me away and let her continue on to the 'Kingdom of the Dolls' where living dolls made of pearls and rubies danced at the end of the rainbow.

I'm certain it made sense to her at the time and I certainly don't hold it against her. I'm more glad that I didn't have to encounter to many others who were so set on their quests--although I do think a few of the people who came into the cafe were seeking 'elixirs of life' more than tea.

As ever, a curse and the madness of it can never be separated. And we have certainly seen worse.

At least we weren't made to endure green beer in place of water all day. I will say that much. I've endured that before and I am glad to have avoided it once again this year. Although remembering that makes me think of Autor, as he said he fell into the fountain in the midst of that curse, which is a strange thing to think of now--

~C.

[//end filter]

[ooc: Dun dun duuuuun. City Police Force, for background, please see here and here (some of these posts go back to LJ, just so you know). Cain has just heard the voice of his kidnapper on the Network. And shit got real, &c.]

[Haji's voice is terse and a little annoyed. It also echoes a bit as he is in the Underground, wandering about, having spent the entire day looking for Saya in the City proper. He's on his last nerve, which is why he's asking for help. In public.]

If anyone is aware of Saya Otonashi's whereabouts, could you please let me know? She left her network device behind when she last went out and I would like to return it to her as soon as possible.

She likely just forgot it.

[He doesn't believe that, but he's trying to be subtle and not arouse panic because he's aware that there are those that may be watching.]

Solomon. Call me. Immediately.

[Well, maybe someone should be panicking. The transmission goes dead.]

[Accidental Video Post]

[This is a treat for you, City! Here you see Gabriel cuddling kittens and eating muffins-

...wait, no? It's just a recording of a tilted, disgusting cellar floor for six minutes? Well, shit, that's no fun.

Oh wait, something's happening! Kittens? No. Is that... a finger? It's rather badly decayed, but it's obviously a finger. A severed finger. Moving around like a fat, rotted grub.

Great.

Then, that lovely voice that sounds like a mix between whiskey hoarseness and someone having eaten a mouthful of gravel;]

Human filth! What a useless fel-tainted piece of waste.

[Clink. That's a rather thick needle falling on the communicator - and the wriggling finger turns, squiggling over to turn it off.]