War Is Coming Communications.

It's still really weird to see my team on tv. Apparently Cutthroat Bitch was on Friends. And yes. I actually called one of the women on my diagnostics team that. I rename people. It's just a thing.

I love a good Disney movie as much as the next kid, but you grown-ups running around talking about magic and asking me if I'm actually a kid and not a grown-up too makes you sound like CRAZY PEOPLE.

No offense, Mister Dyson. But it's true!

(KID FILTER)
Are you guys ok? If you don't feel comfy or safe with the people that you're with, talk to me. We'll find a way for you to get away and you guys can come with me and Martha.

(CAROLINE)
Are you still in New York with that Bekah lady?

Где я? Где моя мама?

[ooc: Where am I? Where is my mother?]

So am I the only one entirely suspicious that one day  pretty damn soon we'll wake up to the red flag flying over Moscow again?

Seriously, this isn't me being...well, me.

Tell me no one else is considering this as a potential

I'm so pitifully homesick. Aren't these things supposed to get better with time?

Nothing is real. Everything is a con on a massive scale.

My heart is on total lockdown, why bother even trying to open up when I'll just be stomped on and betrayed over and over again? Ironic since I did get talked off the roof by Andy (and maybe Damien) last night. But today nobody will find me, I deserve to be as cold as ice. I deserve to be as cold as I feel.

I deserve nothing but hate. Nobody should even bother looking for me.

I deserve this and then some.

Nothing is real. Everything is a con on a massive scale.
Nothing is real. Everything is a con on a massive scale.
Nothing is real. Everything is a con on a massive scale.
Nothing is real. Everything is a con on a massive scale.

How are you adjusting to life outside of Hell?

Alright you lot. Since I'm less worried about getting stabbed up now, I need a complete list of everyone we know is in the Cage. I can't be bothered to go through any whining all your posts, so if you know someone in there, speak now or forever hold your peace.

The list as I know it (now with added hero types):

• Sam Winchester → Ruby Winchester
• Dean Winchester → Juliet O'Hara
• Rose Tyler → The Doctor
• Rebekah Mikaelson Salvatore → Elijah Mikaelson
• Hal/Harry Yorke → Lydia Bennet
• Bo Dennis → Kenzi
• Myka Bering → Claudia Donovan
• Amy Peterson → Charlie Brewster
• Harry Lockhart → Regina Mills (?)
• Diana Prince/Wonder Woman → Cassie Sandsmark
• Wesley Wyndam Price → Faith Lehane
• Endeavour Morse → Sidney Prescott
• Parker → Tim Drake
• Damien Thorn → Elizabeth Jennings
• Tony DiNozzo → Martha Jones
• Sydney Sage → Adrian Ivashkov

Anyone else?

ETA:

Okay, if that's everyone, now comes the difficult part. I need, for every person, someone willing to risk Hell to save them. There's a spell I'm working on, it's complicated, it's difficult, and if it all goes wrong everyone involved could be dragged into the Cage as well. Including me, so obviously I really hope it does work. But first stage, I need to have enough people volunteering. Have I sold the idea well enough yet?

[OOC: Okay! So this is the (mod approved) plot for Get Our People Back! As such, while you might feel you've got half a dozen characters who would cover many of the Caged folks, I'm asking you guys to offer one at a time, because we want as many players as possible involved in this! So have a think, offer up the first one, and come back in a couple of hours. If someone else relevant to one of yours still needs someone, go forth and offer them! Make sense?! ETA again! The exceptions would be Sam and Dean's people, since they'll need to be Ruby and Jules! So Briege and Yami, have a second one if you guys want!]

The last time I woke up in a strange place, it certainly wasn't a cemetery. I would appreciate it if someone would please explain to me how I came to be here.

How can this be Earth? Rem said it was destroyed and that's why they had to leave on ships...

Well, you know what they say about timing.

It really is everything.


[ooc: Using Sam journal for any and all Samcifer posts. Because it's easier than uploading icons. Wheeee.]

The answers in war are never simple. I believe we can all agree, however, that it is time. We move. Now.

Detroit, Michigan is 801 miles away. Do we have a way to transport an army to this point? As many as are willing to fight with us. The front lines will, of course, take on Lucifer himself. He will be surrounded by supporters attempting to stop what we intend to do, and that is where the others will come in. Exorcise if you can, if there is time, but we may no longer have a choice. When under attack, quick thinking and intelligent decisions need to be made. Self-sacrifice is not an option unless it becomes a requirement.

You all have a part to play in this, and I would prefer to not deal with any bickering or in fighting. We stand together or we do not stand at all. You may choose to trust me or you may hate me, but you will follow or we will lose. And losing is not something I do well.

If you are all ready and willing to stand together to end this once and for all, we leave in forty-eight hours. Find transport and soon. Further strategy information will come, and suggestions will be looked at. I am not unreasonable and any help will be welcomed.

[Sam Winchester]

You, however, tie up your loose ends and go ahead of us. Do what it is you need to do. We will be there as your backup if needed. Jacen will accompany you and distract Lucifer to give you your edge on him.

[Jacen]

Stay in touch. Do what needs to be done and let me know how it's going. If we don't have to move this weak and somewhat pathetic army at all, even better.

If a person isn't fictional, is there any way at all to see what's going on back in their home? I need to see my children are alright.

So just out of curiosity, how many captains do we have here of the "I'm in charge of some sort of ship" variety? I know there's me and Mal, but do we have others?

Also, the nightmares still really suck. At least I haven't woken up in a panic the last few nights.

[Catwoman]

I want to see if my theory of getting better sleep if I drink to stupidity is valid. Care to help me test it tonight?

[Elizabeth]

Thank you for coming over a few nights ago. It helped. Have you been able to get any decent sleep?

[Lydia B.]

Been a while since we talked. How are you holding up?

Hey, how are you feeling?

(ooc: Backdated to yesterday, please?)

Sherlock is trapped. I need help getting him to a hospital. Right now he's at [address]. I'll meet you there.

Okay, those of us who cannot lift buildings with our hands or our superpowers, let's get organized.

First everyone who is okay please check in. That way we can see if anyone we know is missing.
Everyone who has people staying at their places--like Eponine's Inn--how's your structural damage?

Then try to start collecting things: water bottles, canned foods, blankets, extra clothes, coats, socks, anything that people who are needing to use shelters now might need. There are already places around town looking for donations.

The Red Cross is out looking for blood donors. Do what you can, where you can. But be careful. I'm sure Lucifer will use this as an opportunity for demon hopping if he can.

Other than two hours of hell last night I'm nearing forty-eight hours awake. I'm about to drop from exhaustion but I'm actually kind of scared to go back to sleep, and trust me, it really pains me to say that. Any chance someone can come over and be here if it's as bad as last night? I promise nothing will happen. I just need to be close to someone tonight.

Anyone seen my dad Angel around or talked to him recently? I can't seem to reach him. At all. I know phones weren't always his thing but he would at least have picked it up once by now Wanted to see about some more talking or sparring Instinct tells me he's been sent back. But I'd rather be sure. Other option is that maybe he was on a hunt but there haven't been any assigned lately as far as I know. And he hasn't been part of any rescues, and I know it isn't camp since he already went to th

Just.. if anyone happens to see him, let me know? Starting to lean toward "Seal sent him back" reasoning, though. In which case I will need drinks. Or maybe go hit the bag at a gym for a while, or make another weapon device enhancement. Or something, whatever can get my mind off this. This is, what, the second, third time he came and went via Seal? Or fourth time? I've stopped counting.

It appears the seal has taken Cordelia back to her home. This means we will need to re-evaluate our plans for the business, if you are still inclined to join me in this endeavour. I suppose we should talk before I go any further in my attempts to become a private investigator, as I am fairly certain I cannot do it on my own.