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[turntex]

[The post that pops up in the feed in the middle of the night doesn't appear to be made with Dave's comm device, but it's Dave that pops up on the screen anyway, and he looks like hell. A split lip, a bruise blossoming along the jaw, nose bloodied, and...there appears to be a dirty sock caught on the collar of his uniform?

Honestly, the weirdest part is probably that it's a video post in the first place. He doesn't have time to sit around messing with this too much, though. Even as practiced at typing as he is, it's harder to do while moving and judging by the background, he's definitely on the move.]

Rise and shine, [PROFANITY CENSORED]. Elevator closest to the infirmary. I know y'all are functionally a bunch of temporally helpless infants, all shaky legged, eyes barely open and all that, but I need you to get your [PROFANITY CENSORED] down here yesterday regardless.

[He's not even trying to dance around the vulgarity filter. It's real bad.]

Found our baddie. Tall lady, redhead, red tattoos. She originally had on a suit and a blonde wig and some kinda mask but no idea if she's sticking with all that. Crazy strong and fast. Pretty sure she can heal herself up, so that's awesome. Lots of ninja weapons, like this [PROFANITY CENSORED] not only ripped off Tenten's skin but also her whole schtick, it's pretty insulting honestly. The skin thing's probably still a bigger deal but hey, I'd be pissed.

[He's babbling a little, half mumbling by the end there, but his expression remains flat and unreadable the whole time. Finally he seems to get where he's going and he pauses, swinging the camera around to the scene in question. Blood everywhere, dents and furrows in the metal walls, smoke still pouring out from the elevator shaft.

The camera spins back to him, and he somehow only looks more tense.]

She got Wash. Probably someone else too, judging by the blood she already had on her when we ran into her, but [PROFANITY CENSORED] if I know who or where.

[He leaves it at that.

For anyone actually sleeping like a normal person at this time, someone comes running through the dorm area soon afterward to bang on walls and make sure people wake up. Seems like Dave sent over the people that had been on watch outside the infirmary.]

Comments

[princesspower]

Dave-!

[ Wow, he looks like Hell. ]

How badly are you hurt?

[ She's cataloging all of this information for later. Needs to remember it. ]

I'm on my way.

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[parannoyed]

[As Dave scans around looking for clues, all of a sudden there's coughing in the elevator shaft where there shouldn't be coughing.]

[A soot-covered hand suddenly grasps at the edge.]

[bothbarrels]

[ North's up, because of course he is. He's definitely alarmed when this message comes in, and he wants to make his way to where Wash is immediately, but the thing is that he just got here and doesn't know the place well yet.

When he speaks he sounds slightly out of breath, as if he'd begun jogging in some direction before realizing he doesn't know where to go. ]

Where are you? Tell me how to get there.

action

[hallelujahjunction]

[Dan is...not totally sober! Pulled a nice long and a little exaggerated sob story in front of a mess hall worker about how bad his day was and got a bottle of offbrand something (ugh, it tastes like probably cooking sherry) that he was fully expecting to process before Planker's bootcamp bullshit, but instead he's being woken up in the middle of the night because things are happening.

He throws on his uniform and rushes on to the elevator near the infirmary. On the way there, well, he had maintenance duty as his chore tomorrow, so he hits the supplies with his keys and grabs a wrench, shoves it into his pocket, grips the keys in his fist.]

[vampthropologist]

[Beckett was in the library, where he always is; it wasn't hard to charm the man in charge, especially when he offered to help catalogue. He's deep enough in trying to wring what he can from the incoherent collection that his first response to his buzzing communicator is to shove it irritably under a pile of papers.

When his image flickers through, he's remarkably disheveled looking. Like a man who's been tearing his hair out over back issues of National Geographic, trying to sort from context clues if they're from THIS world or a DIFFERENT world]

Where are you now, and where did she go?