[Anyone working the DF dispatch right around noon will register an alarm. Someone's vitals are taking a nosedive. But before anyone can call it in, a video feed snaps on.]
[The headset is placed on a wooden surface, far too low for anyone to be wearing it. The stained glass of the church is visible in the background, dappled light streaming in to color the paneled floor and the altar above it.]
[On the far wall, the large crucifix is prominently displayed. And draped along it, almost artistically, is a man. His spread arms stretch across the horizontal beam, one wrist secured at each end, fingers slack. Like his ankles, his wrists are nailed in place with -- candles? Lit candles at that, and his open shirt reveals one in his chest as well, right over the heart and beside dangling rosary beads. He's still as a sculpture, head bowed forward, long red hair trailing over his shoulders and hanging across his face.]
[The whole thing might be a sculpture, in fact... but for the blood. The trail of red inking down his chest might be just a stain, but there's no mistaking the only sound in the church hall as anything but the drip, drip, drip of fresh blood from his wrists, twin puddles forming on the pristine floor.]
((OOC: There will be one closed action thread for the Order crew and anyone they invite in to help rescue Cross - healers/others can offer their help over the network. Other people who want to show up at the church will find that Komui has blocked the entrances for their protection, but they can thread with Komui or each other. Please note that the church will be closed and off limits until further notice.
Network replies will need threadjacks since Cross is -- uh. Indisposed.))