Billy.  Onceler.  Mister Holmes.  Mister Strider.  Mister Trancy.  Miss Brown.  Miss Kinney.  Miss Megido.  Miss Roxy Lalonde.

I would like to invite you all to a party.

[The phone clicks on with a clatter to a confusing overlapping of several voices. There are at least two male, one female, and a child, all talking over each other in an intense, excited manner so that only a few snippets can be picked out of the hubbub reliably.]

--down, calm down, it's all right--

--mnit, hold her, would you?!

[A thread of Irish Gaelic swims to the surface, urgent and a mite hysterical, but a little slurred.]

--mé! Fuascailt mé, ní mór dom é a dhéanamh tar ar do siadsan, mé gá do sábháil--

This isn't working! You have to put her under!

I'm not putting her under again. She's at the threshold for how much we can give her, even if she's not human. Hold on--

[There's an outbreak of swearing that seems to imply someone just got hit or hurt somehow.]

--trying to help you, if you'll just--

--tá tú cóisir? Níl, níl, stop-! Mé cóisir ní do codladh! Na coill! Ní tú tuig--

--her arm still, I need to-- There. It won't be long now... It won't put her to sleep, but it'll keep her lower energy. Keep the restraints on her, and we'll run some more blood tests.


[The Gaelic voice winds down till it's just a low murmur just above the sounds of people straightening bedclothes and fastening buckles. The phone shifts across the floor as someone kicks it, and it shuts off as it bounces against the wall.]




((ooc: Disclaimer: I don't actually speak Irish Gaelic, so I'm using a translator - I make no guarantees on grammar. That said, translations are as follows:
1. --me! Let go, I have to get to them, I have to save--
2. --are you doing? No, no, don't-! I can't sleep! The forest! I have to save--))

[The video turns on and a rather disgruntled Loki is staring at the screen]

Just because I am featured in your silly little legends does not mean I am fictional. Now if you will excuse me, I will be taking my leave of this place. I have a realm to conquer and some revenge to exact.

[The video turns off, but comes back on a few minutes later. Loki is now looking rather disheveled and very upset. His voice is low and seething with rage.]

What mage dared to tamper with my powers?! Show yourself immediately and undo whatever foul enchantment you have me under or face my unending wrath!>

[At first the screen is dark and all that can be heard is a boisterous voice on the other end.] Oooii, how's this thing work?

[And then as if the camera was covered all along, suddenly the bright face belonging to that same voice appears, upside-down. Oh dear, someone doesn't know how to hold a smart phone.] Wait a minute! What's me face doin' on the thinger there? Why's it upside down?

[He tilts his head at an increasingly absurd angle, before the environment behind him is upside-down as well, as if he flipped himself over to see if that would fix it.] Now everything's all whoopsie-daisy!

[Shit, he dropped it. He picks it up and turns it over so everything is facing the proper way. Except him. He's still upside-down, but he appears right-side up on the network.] Agh, this fiddly little thing's too much. Gimme an old fashioned camera or a video screen or sommat anyday!

[And then his consternation gives way to a wide, sunny grin.] So anywho, if there be anyone out there list'ning! I'm Jin! Pleasure to meetcha. Those healery-types were sayin' something or other about how I used to not be real, but now I am I guess, an' now I'm here an' I gotta learn how to be part o' normal society. Pah, I say! I know plenty how to be part o' normal society! I ain't never been more adjusted in me whole life!

But! I got a very important question fer anyone what can hear this - if we're all not-real but real and stuff, does that mean we can see ourselves on a video screen? Anyone ever given their lives a watch? Cause I know I got a lot o' things I wouldn't mind watchin' again. On...the other hand, I'd imagine there's a lot o' things I wouldn't want anyone else to be watchin', either.

"Oh Hel," is what he says to himself as he runs. Not much later, there's a number of text messages sent out. He's become good at typing and running.

He was out of time.

-

TO: Kate, Billy, Scott, Homura
FROM: Loki

It may be for the best if you don't let him know that you're affiliated with me. He may not like it, and he doesn't take well to things he doesn't like.

TO: Aradia
FROM: Loki

You spoke briefly of your powers that control the stream of Time. Tell me of them. In summary. A very concise summary.

[Hello New Moore, have a displeased looking, dark-haired woman in her mid-thirties glaring into the camera.]

I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Regina Mills and, according to a considerable number of medical personal, I am real now - as opposed to my previous state. The explanation I received for this can be called 'unsatisfactory' at best.

[This sounds a little as if she only half believes what she has been told. Given that the last thing she did in her world was an attempt to create a portal into another one via a magical hat, well. Her doubts might well be justified.]

Unsatisfactory, however, does not even begin to describe the implication that it is not possible for me to return home to my son.

[At this point, her demeanor changes, if only slightly. There seems to be genuine worry for her son, even if the previously shown sort of aggression wasn't gone just yet.]

My son, who is likely left in the care of a woman who fails to live a stable life of her own. As this is nowhere near what any sane person would refer to as acceptable, I need to know whether there is a way to trigger whichever event turns a so-called 'fictional' person 'real'. And whether there have been cases of people leaving this island to return to where they came from despite the scientists' statements.

[No 'please' and 'thankyous', not in front of this many strangers.]

Lastly, I was told that I would be sharing my [a pause] dormitories - wherever those might be - with someone named 'Jenny'. I would appreciate you to contacted me. [Mysterious Jenny person who can only be pitied.]

 [text to Ianto and Jack]

I need to take Torchwood offline for twenty minutes, starting immediately.  I need all the bandwidth I can get.  Nobody panic when I take over, okay?

Jack, I'll explain in twenty-five minutes.

[text to Victor]

I need your help on a hack. Right now.

Please.