[Accidental Voice/Video ->Text; Backdated to Morning]

[themortalhalf]

[The feed begins with noise.

It's sharp, sudden. No video, just the sound of something being roughly rummaged through, with no apparent concern about being quiet or subtle about the affair, before it's shoved away across some surface—falling. Hitting the floor. A box, maybe, with something in it.

Then, a voice: tense, frustrated, uneven, breathing rapid, shallow, and unsteady, words strained and laced with panic.]

Dammit.

Where did—

[More noise.

Then, abruptly, the video feed flickers to life. There's a glimpse of a hand touching the screen, shaking, before the device is quickly shoved away. It slides along the surface of an apparent desk, catching a brief glimpse of a ceiling as it tumbles onto the floor, landing not far away from a cardboard box and a beat-up looking radio. The room it lies in is one dimly lit—the only light provided is due to the streaks of sunlight peeking in from the gaps in the curtain and blind-covered window. Makes it hard to discern much in the way of detail, but it's enough to make out a bed shoved at an odd, jutting angle—nearly shoved up against the closet—with tangled covers. A sign of some sort in front of the long curtain that's covering (as anyone familiar with the layout of the apartments might deduce) the entrance to the balcony, and then, finally, an obscured half-view of the desk shoved against a door. There's more movement off camera, sounds of a drawer being pulled open and gone through, until, finally, there's a quieter sound—perhaps of a lid popping open and its contents retrieved— followed by a period of silence.

Not long afterward, Shinjiro finally steps into view, crossing the room and sliding slowly down onto his bed.]

Shit. Can't even—

[He looks down then, eyes settling on the COMP on the floor. He stares at it for a few moments, grimacing, before standing up again, movement unsteady, reaching down to swipe it up off the floor. If he notices the feed is still recording, he doesn't show it, and the feed, after a moment, cuts off.

Then, a few minutes later, a message:]

[Failed Filter/Private Message to the P3 cast]

i dont know where you all are but get back home and stay the hell inside

just do it alright

OH SH*T SCORPIONS!

[maxwells_silver_scythe]

[Duo's visible in the garage he works at, looking a bit frayed at the edges. It's dark and he's talking quietly. There is the sound of something scratching on metal in the background, but it's not immediately clear what's causing it.]

Okay, I was basically ignoring all that talk over the last few days about the world ending or whatever it was, but I'm starting to think they might have been on to something. The army of freaking giant scorpions clawing at the doors kind of gives their theory some credit.

Anyways, we're holed up in here, but the door handle keeps jiggling and I'm going to have nightmares for weeks about scorpions that can open doors. So if anyone could send help and get us out of here that would be a very good thing.

Bring a flame thrower.

2nd Screw [Action]

[all_wound_up]

[Nano picked a bad time to show up in Hinoto-Ri.  She's a Leo, and the fear inflicted upon her by the event has reached the point of complete unhinged terror.  At the beginning of the day, she thought to take a walk to clear her head, but as things got worse and worse, she's found herself utterly unable to deal with the world around her.  And to make matters worse, those horrible scorpion creatures are crawling all over the city - and now, perhaps smelling her fear, they're also crawling all over Nano.  She can be found running all over the city at various points throughout the day, trying desperately to shake them off and get to safety.]

Noooooooooo!  Stop it!  Get off, get off!

[She's really too afraid to do much of anything about it.  In fact, she's even too afraid to notice that in her panic, she's managed to manifest her Persona, Pinocchio, for the first time, floating protectively above her as the scorpions continue to sting at her.  Ironically, the robotic nature that Nano normally tries so hard to hide is currently her only saving grace, as her Persona reflects physical damage and the scorpions' venom can't affect someone without a genuine circulatory or nervous system.  The scorpions will eventually mindlessly sting themselves to death, but there are quite a few of them and Nano's not much for fighting, so it seems she's going to need some help here.]

[Public Post]

[deathboss]

[Eikichi what happened to your eyes...or your entire face.]

This is going to be fun.