Who: Mordecai Heller and Alley
What: Mordo's in a bit of a pinch. Alley unpinches it.
Where: Attleton, some fuckoff abandoned alleyway.
When: Early morning hours, 1 AMish.
Warnings: Talk of VIOLENCE and crime
( Like some other men do )

[action]
[When Memo wakes, she is completely calm. Blinking and then finding herself in unfamiliar surroundings is quite common for her. What does take her by surprise is tripping out of her pod clumsily. A cute black diary slips out of her hands as she tries to steady herself and plops into the shallow water.

Minutes later, Memo can be found on her kneels right outside of The Bay. She has her head down as the strange, wing-like appendages on her head flap frantically. On closer inspection, she's trying to dry the pages of her diary, which lays open on the pavement. The flapping is also causing her free red bills to fly away, but she doesn't care. A few are folded into origami shapes and one has a bite taken out of it.]

... I cannot read it. What do I do?

[video]
[Later, that same girl is on video. This time, her headwings are folded and nestled into her white hair, almost out of sight.

She gives the camera a deadpan stare.]

I am Memo, a disposed of Demon.  I request aid. 

I am able to compensate you for your trouble. I can remove an unpleasant memory. I am also gifted at origami. I can even make the samurai hat. My request is for food, shelter, and memories of my recent arrival here.

Thank you for your generosity. [and just like that, she hangs up. Or tries to. The video is still running as she takes out her diary and tries to review the content.]

[Feed turns on and Bridget is in a blue room with some posters, one of them appears to be Sonico ad, cause you need singing idols in the room. There's probably a baseball on the shelf with other varieties, like a boy's room.

Bridget is in view, this time not wearing a hat, revealing his short blond hair with longer hair on both sides just before the ears. He's holding a worn out stuffed bear, it looked like it was shot a couple times, but with what.]

Ah, guys?

[He starts, a little nervous.]

Anyone good with sewing? Rodger got himself beat up pretty bad. I can compensate. Thanks! [He waves his bear's paw after he said it, making look like Rodger was saying it.]

[Later on.... separate post - ANON (hackable)]

Thoughts on superstition? What do you believe in? What have you experienced? Broken mirrors and stuff? Is it real? An imagination? Identical twins?

Curious Anon is curious. Thnx

[It looks like the 10th Doctor, but the scruff and glasses aren't the only difference, his American accent and voice instead are the most striking difference by far. That, and a scowly growly intimidating (to some) demeanor that doesn't even fit the Doctor's worst moods.]

Why is there a boardwalk if there's no water?

I'm not wanting there to be water, mind, but isn't the point of boardwalks to handle the rising tides? And what's the point of kidnapping people if you're going to let them wander around freely and set up establishments? What are even the ransom demands? It all seems as useful as a chocolate teapot.

[Awkward pause.] And is there a pharmacy around here? What kind of kidnappers provide pharmacies? Oh, I suppose I'll need a Doctor, since it's no good getting to an outside line.

ACTION

Is this a fucking joke?! [ Sounds like someone just woke up and they’re not happy to be here. Not far from the Hologram of Weiss (which, by the way, it’s a good thing it can’t be punched because it would have been by now ), a white-haired elven woman shouts seemingly at no one in particular. Her cheeks are red with anger, but her expression is less angry and more panicked.

That probably has to do with the other elf, a man, half crumpled on the ground beside her. She’s got a hold of his hand, but holding him up seems to be a chore given their drastic difference in height. ]

Come on, we can’t just stay here. [ She tugs on his hand, struggles to really accomplish anything and sighs, frustrated. ]

Sunny...I don’t….I don’t feel so good. [He sounds breathless as his body leans over, forehead in the dirt.]

Crow! [ She half stumbles, just barely catching herself on whatever happens to be nearby with her free hand. To be honest, she doesn’t look so great herself - what with the blood caked on her neck and chest and the paleness of her skin. By comparison of Crow, however, she looks amazing.

After a few seconds she reaches out to whomever happens to be passing by. ]

Hey! Don’t just stand there, we need a fucking doctor!


VIDEO

[ Assuming Sun Spear’s charm didn’t get her the help needed, she eventually has to resort to plan B. Plan B being to actually listen to the hologram and learn the basics of this stupid phone they’ve been given.

Somehow, through nothing short of a miracle, she manages to get a video going. The camera is awkwardly angled at first as she tries to keep Crow from vomiting all over her while he has his head in her lap.

A low, pained groan is heard as she pans up to her face. It’s not coming from her. ]

If anyone can hear this: my friend is in dire need of medical attention. [ Again, please ignore any problems she’s having currently. She opens her mouth to say something else, but is immediately interrupted by the other elf. Her ‘friend’. ]

“My Friend”? [The man paused in his groans to give her a crooked smile.] Is that what….we’re going with?

[ She stops, looks down. Then back up, deadpan: ] Nevermind, let him die.


( ooc: expect replies mostly from sun spear, but crow (sireneyes ) will def hop in too. )

Oh maaaan! Wasn't I just here?

[ Saitama's propped the phone up on something so that he's free to hold his head in his red-gloved hands in sheer despair. This isn't even faked, kids. ]

I'm gonna miss the chicken sale again!

[ Priorities, he's got them. ]

And Genos isn't even here with me this time? This is so lame!