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It took a while for me to work out all the numbers, but it's official. I'm now only breaking half as many wizarding laws here by doing magic.

[He's smiling at this realization. Some people would say it was just their birthday. But there's something about Gryffindors and rules.]

professorwolf

[Though the shriek isn't caught on camera, Lyall is quick to bring his communicator up to video the form he sees flying through the air across the face of Antigua. If he didn't know better... well. He streams that onto the network, first without commentary, but then, once it's out of sight again, with text.]

Did anyone else see that or did I drink formaldehyde without realizing it, tonight?

[Because, uh, he's got a wolf's head still. He can't ask that out loud.]

damn_it_jim

McCoy here.

If you're one of our set of people inclined to hit things, I've got a list of targets for you. Three separate incursions into this reality need to be taken care of.

If you've never gone after them before, they're variations on that thing that washed up down at the docks a couple weeks ago: big, nasty, and if you take an injury from them, inhale particles from them or otherwise get their material in contact with yours, you're in for a damned painful and currently unpreventable death.

Normally I prefer that people avoid activities that risk them dying horribly, but these things are a drain on Salvation's resources. Since the greater good would indicate stopping them before they multiply to keeping reality from coming apart at the seams, I'll make an exception this time. Try not to cuddle them.

I also have some information on that little complication Salvation filled us in on and a potential solution for it. I'll make a point of lingering in the ship gardens if you want to know more, because I'm sure as hell not talking about it on an open channel.

professorwolf

Good evening... Randolph Lyall here.

[For those of them who don't recognize him by now. His face is only on camera briefly, however, before he turns it up to the now-clear sky, panning slowly and steadily around to show as much of it as he can-- well, the parts he's noticed have changed. Wherever he is, it's far enough from Poseidon and any residual lights that the stars are very clear.]

I'm not really sure if anyone has noticed, but the sky has changed from what I remember. I spend most of my nights out under it, especially lately, so I take note of the stars quite a bit. That set there--

[He pauses the camera over one constellation in particular.]

--belongs several feet over to my left, and this one--

[He moves the camera again.]

--belongs several along the horizon at this time of night. Even worse, at least one formation I've actually taken note of seems to have vanished entirely, or at least is now missing enough pieces that I can no longer identify it.

[He doesn't memorize every star there is, you know. Just the patterns that help keep him on track when scent trails fail him, or that stand out when a nocturnal wolf is bored and watching the stars.]

I'm not at all sure what could do such a thing. Whether the planet system has moved and we didn't notice, whether something is blocking them out, or... well, I'm open to ideas, if anyone has any.

tiptoeing

[Hi network, remember this guy? Well he’s back. Again. He’s a combination of embarrassed and nervous about the whole situation, but what else is new? He has some lingering bruises from being trapped by rubble, but is otherwise all right.]

Well this is a little bit awkward. Third time’s a charm, I guess? Though this time wasn't exactly like the others...I haven’t been in a pod. [He pauses for a minute, fiddling with his hands out of habit.]

I don’t know how many of you I know are still here, but I hope I can be of some use to you all, regardless. Particularly if you haven’t gotten the ship up and running yet; I remember that being an issue. And if there’s any chance I can still help out at the hospital, I wouldn’t mind multitasking.

...Thanks, by the way, to those of you who helped me get out of the ship. I appreciate it.

captainpapabear

[He seems distracted. He's outside the ship, walking. Location isn't obvious other than outdoors.]

I'm going to go back to Poseidon, I think. First, I think I need to talk to Leah. Not sure if I should do that now or later.

But, when I get there, I will need somewhere to stay. Living in the ship is only going to get me gray hair and indigestion. Even if it makes a little more sense to me than living without the Railways. I remember David and Manabu and [he grimaces sliightly then looks up at the sky, maybe a bit sad] even Bruce, before we lost him, naggng me to take a vacation. This isn't what I wanted, but I guess it is a break from Big One.

I want to apologize to people here. I've probably been confused, confusing and maybe not friendly. Which makes this hard.

I really do need somewhere to stay. I don't know if I'll have a job yet, though Wes seemed to think that piloting skills were needed. I hope he's right. Honestly, the way things were when I left, I'm not sure I'd have had a job back home either. I suppose it would have been up to Layla and Todo. Damn that bastard Ivanov anyway.

I don't know how to do humble, it seems. I won't get there for a bit, so I guess there's time.

professorwolf

[A somewhat annoyed and worried-looking Lyall pops up on the network feed Thursday evening, not long after sundown.]

Apparently most of my household has decided that the fog is the place to be. If any of you happen to have a breathing mask or are already out for particular duties, would you please keep an eye out for Sarea James, Roddy Geiger, and Nick Burkhardt? And steer them someplace inside and safe from the fog, if you can, particularly Miss James. Nick at least had the sense to go out with a mask of his own.

[And he's about to do something stupid, himself, since he can't use his sense of smell to track anyone down with a breathing mask on. But he, at least, is well prepared for the effects... the others rather less so.]

professorwolf

[The face that shows up on the communicators this morning, bright and early, is a familiar one that's been absent for the past week and a half. He's broadcasting from his living room, rather than out and about, and he looks a bit uncomfortable and embarrassed, but also oddly relieved. It is nice to be one's self again.]

Ah. Well. I appear to be my proper age and temperament again. Many apologies to everyone who had to deal with me at that age.

[He was not as polite as he'd be, now, that's for sure! What a nosy little boy he'd been... sheesh.]

Is everyone else who... changed, back to normal, as well?

[Because he definitely remembers Pepper being a bit odd in the same way he was, and Wes, and he's sure there'd been something wrong with Pietro on that network post he read through during the small hours of the morning-- after he'd woken up to the severely uncomfortable sensation of sleeping in child-sized clothing. At night, of all things.]

did_i_say_percy

[When the video switches on, Armand appears dressed, his shirt collar and shoulders are visible, and leaning with his back against a wall inside the Ship.]

I cannot say I'm surprised to be here.

Do any of the people I knew remember me? It's Armand. [He lifts a hand into view and waves, fingers waggling.] Uh, St. Just [pronounced san jyoost], if you don't know me.

What's the weather like? If it's not freezing, I don't mind walking a reasonable distance. Unless the wildlife has gotten faster. [He doesn't seem too certain about that last, but he knows that not everyone out on their own gets eaten.]

At the moment, I'm by the pods still, but I don't plan on staying here. This Ship makes me feel uneasy.

Is there anything else I should know before leaving here?

professorwolf

[A few people get private texts tonight, not too late, but well after dark and moonrise.]

Kaidan:

If you aren't too busy or sleeping already, I would like to meet you at the ship tonight. I appear to have my full faculties inside the ship, but I don't want to be alone in case it wears off at any place or time in here.

Luke, Mulan, Tony, Indrani, Kerra, Shepard, and Sandman (though he's not sure he has Sandman's sent properly, given he's never spoken with him before):

Good evening. I'm back. Did any of us make it out alive, or should I be looking about here in the ship for the rest of us? Do we know what exactly happened in there? Is that thing destroyed?

[He's noticed the countdown is gone, but isn't sure whether he ought to connect it to their expedition or not.]

professorwolf

Good evening, everyone.

[Here's Lyall, dressed in jacket, hat, waistcoat, and cravat, back to slightly more traditional Victorian dress. Why? Because he has to be at his new place of employment in an hour, and he is going to dress nicely for his first day (or month) as a librarian. It seems fitting, after all.]

I have been thinking. I do know where I found those monster constructs, before... and from what I gather, the ones battled and damaged here were not those same constructs as the ones I fought. And there was a fellow last week who caught sight of another one on his surveillance which was perhaps one of the remaining two, or perhaps a third. There is still a threat from them, should they come back this direction.

They are too much for me to handle alone-- I am well aware of this, even were I not taken by surprise, as I regret to say I was. If I were not alone, however, it is possible I and anyone with me could do some damage. If anyone else is interested in coming with me, perhaps we might be lucky and corner one or two in their lair, and remove more of this threat.

I will have my communicator with me all evening, but if anyone wishes to speak in person about this, I would be happy to discuss things at the library in Poseidon, in a few hours.

professorwolf

[After setting Steve Rogers on his way (or letting him stay at the apartment until he got his bearings, whatever) and collecting a fresh set of clothes, Lyall has some catching up to do and, first, a question for the network.]

Ah, good morning, this is Lyall. Does anyone know if something drastic changed with the ship? While I was aboard, I felt essentially human. No sense of smell or hearing, no feeling of general agelessness, nothing. Did someone reactive something on there?

[He completely bypasses the whole "I totally died" thing, for now. And, of course, he's unaware of the troubles they've been having here....]

professorwolf

[The video that starts up on the network doesn't actually show a face. It shows a dark forest, one that's bouncing around so hard that it's almost impossible to make out that's what it is. The person videoing this is apparently running, and running fast.]

I found what killed the sheep-- and the animals, and the shepherd. They have no bloody scent! It's in the woods, they're in the woods, to the--

[He's cut off with a grunt of pain, and the view of the forest skews crazily, the miniature aethographer tumbling to the ground. Only a sliver of what's actually happening is visible, and that's the form of Randolph Lyall shifting back into wolf form with a rapid cracking of bones even as he scrambles to his feet. He's snarling and snapping at something offscreen. He's bleeding from various places, his sandy fur in complete disarray, and he's limping from a front leg that looks broken and hasn't had time to mend.

The camera skews again, as if something kicked it, and now all there can be seen is the ground. The sound still works, though, and after some more skuttling and growling and sounds of obvious battle, there's a sharp, pained whine, some crashing of bushes that lasts for several minutes and eventually fades into the distance, and then nothing.

People can try to reply and chatter on this channel about what happened, but Lyall will not be answering.]

nodavinci

[The message goes out Friday morning, not too long after Tony gets this e-mail.]

Pepper's out of commission. If you had business arrangements, get in touch.

( Private message to Piper )

( Private Message to Kaylee and Inara )

verbose_evoker

[There's a purple-haired, robe-clad elven ~~man~~ ~~woman~~ elf tapping at the video screen as if they only had a vague idea of how the communicator was supposed to work. After a moment, they set it down on the ground near their feet, camera facing upwards. The ship, as background, is recognizeable with all the video movement. The elf looks down upon the communicator, looking not particularly happy.]

Probability, on some level, has at least failed in one of its repeated and oft-fantastically-sucessful attempts to throw me into a pit of inconvenience. And yet I can only imagine that this object's activation will only lead to deeper such holes.

[The elf facepalms, apparently taking a moment to think.]

I am indeed aware of this being some sort of recieving and transmitting device, before one makes the assumption that I am speaking to myself. I lack my familiar presently, so it would serve no purpose regardless. I request information, to fix my absence of knowledge regarding this environment. It appears to be Screened against any divination, leaving conventional information requests my immediate recourse. Though if one desired to make things this difficult, one could have not stored my component pouch and spellbook in such an easily-accessible area and been done with it.

[They throw their hands into the air, frustrated.]

To be blunt and repetitive, though the situation somewhat calls for it: Where am I and how would one leave?

[To think this could be escaped with a Plane Shift or (less likely) Greater Teleport, but, well, Conjuration...]

professorwolf

[Lyall's showing his face again, this morning, before he heads off back to the Old City for the work-week. The background is the common room of the Flop, just inside. He clears his throat, almost as if he isn't entirely sure how to begin, but he manages well enough.]

I was thinking that some of us have lost track of our numbers. We keep appearing and disappearing, returning to pods or vanishing off on adventures. I was hoping that perhaps we could get a headcount.

[He holds up a clipboard.]

Or rather, I could, and I'd share it with the network as a whole, since I'm doing the work as it is. In a more electronic form, I assure you, this--

[He taps the clipboard, then sets it down again.]

--is just for myself. I am a bit old-fashioned still, I fear. If everyone still about could check in, I would appreciate it. I'm in the lobby of the Flop, if anyone would prefer to come calling rather than speak here. I'll be here until sundown, though I may be back after a day or two, as well.

Thank you, everyone.

[And he signs off, waiting for, he hopes, people to give him a buzz. He hopes. He's not too sure about all this, but he's giving it a shot.]

wrench_and_ruffles

I know Atticus's been gone for a bit now, but seemed too soon to be worryin' about this before. But... me 'n Luke need a new officiant, since he was gonna do the ceremony. There anyone else who can help us out with that?

[She's about to end her transmission when she suddenly remember something else that was on her mind]

And I ain't got a bun in the oven!

professorwolf

[If anyone was wondering where one werewolf happened to be, well, here he is, looking a bit embarrassed. He's obviously made his way out of the ship, and back to his own apartment in the Old City, given the background isn't the ship, but a dimly lit and sparsely decorated living room.]

This is Randolph Lyall. I thought I should probably let everyone know I've returned, now. It doesn't look like I was out of commission for very long, at least, though if anything major has changed, or anything minor that I ought to know about, do please let me know.

I will say, the experience of waking up in that ship again was... disconcerting. I appear to be as I was, however, minus a week or two of pay. Though apparently my motorbike has vanished. Wes, if you find this message, if you would be so kind as to let me know if it's at that apartment. I'll come fetch it, if so.

[Which will be a pain if it is, but more of a pain if it's disappeared entirely, which is what he's afraid happened.]

Otherwise, well. I suppose I shall see you all in person again come the weekend.

djinnigenie

[Elissa's expression is uncertain as she looks into the camera. For those who have visited Kozmotis' big home in the woods, it is obvious that she is sitting in the central area. The head of an enormous dog rests against her arm as if trying to look into the camera as well.]

Please forgive the intrusion, but... Has anyone seen Kozmotis of late? Dane and I have searched the surrounding woods, but tis difficult to track the man due to his shapeshifting abilities. If you have seen him or if he is with you, please let me know that he is safe. He has not answered his communications device.

Thank you for your time.

[The large dog whimpers and licks at Elissa's worried face as she cuts the camera.]

akito

I've heard about the collars that neutralize a person's magical abilities.
Do they still use those in this new Verdana?
If so, how do they react when used on a non-human?
Are they turned human too or are their abilities simply taken away?

[ added later | private messages to Christine, Lyall, Pepper, Belle, and Jack ]

Do you mind if I ask you a favour?

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Entries tagged with character: randolph lyall

Video: Wednesday, Week 85

[Video + Text] Just after midnight, Monday morning

[Audio] Sunday, Week 84: Aberrations and Opportunities

Starlight, Starbright... [Video | Thursday night]

[Video] Tuesday: Week 71

[OPEN] Video: Coming back to Poseidon

A Brief Request | Thursday evening, Video

[Video] | Wednesday morning early

Video: 003 Re-awakening

[Private Text: Various | Monday night]

[Video] | Tuesday night

[Audio] Monday, late morning

[Video] Wednesday night, late

[Text, Friday Morning]

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[Video + Action] | Sunday morning

Video: On Podded Officiants

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Video - Week 44, Wednesday - OPEN

Text: Saturday, Week 41; Night.

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