Dewey
20 October 2013 @ 12:31 am
[ Dewey is crouched under the piano in the casino, which is well-barricaded, his legs drawn up to his chest. He looks over his knees at the device. ]

Hi. I'm okay. I haven't been able to get home, but I'm okay.

[ He's scared. Terrified, really, but he's trying not to show it - though the video does shake a bit. ]

In case anyone I know was worried.

[ Eden or Frankie, especially, of course, but he's gotten to know a few people here.

There's a noise off-screen, and he gasps, turning suddenly in that direction. A moment later, he turns his attention back and shuts off the feed. He'll never say how much he misses his family, but right now he'd do nearly anything to have them here - any one of them, really - or to go home.

He really wants to go home. ]
 
 
favoritetraitor
20 October 2013 @ 12:40 am
[Accidental video]
[Solomon's network device jars to life as it lands somewhat abruptly amidst a pile of debris littering the ground. White shards of bone are strewn through the grass with only shreds of decaying skin clinging loosely to their remains. After lying a moment at ground level, the soft sound of footsteps can be heard approaching and with dizzying momentum, the device is lifted upright and at eye level in it's owner's hands.

The doctor gives a slightly apologetic look as he addresses anyone listening.]
Ahaa. And just when did you decide to tune in, hm~?

[With some resignation at his life being once again put on display for all to see, he gives a soft sigh.] Well, I'm afraid there isn't anything to see now. But I do suppose that could change again at any time...

[Solomon almost looks tired.]

 
 
Roman Godfrey
20 October 2013 @ 06:36 pm
[Not even midnight yet and yet...]

I'm tired of this whole fucked up world bullshit.

[Said the newb.]

There's gotta be a way out.

[Okay so wait maybe someone's now feeling more like a whiner. Buck up, Roman.]

Peter---[what to say? What to say?] You okay?
 
 
Joan Watson
20 October 2013 @ 07:05 pm
[voice]

[ She's seen too many horrible things this month. Seen too many deaths. Her voice is agitated. She's been thinking about this all week, and she doesn't see any other way to live with her conscience. She cannot be a surgeon anymore. But she can still do basic things, she can still take blood and watch patients and feel like she's accomplishing something against the dark. ] I can't just stand by any longer. Who do I need to talk to about working at the hospital? I have medical training, I can do some nursing. Whatever's needed.