the network

There's people in the hospital without clothes.

[ It's Lantar. There's no one else in the town with that flanged voice. He suddenly sounds like he's been chain smoking for a few decades now though. ]

If anyone's got shoes, pants and coats to spare, you guys think you can drop them off here? I'll be in the lobby.

[ it's been awfully quiet since the snow set in. not a single vehicle can make it down the unplowed streets, and with untouched powder piled upwards of three feet deep, not even the local kids can be heard making merry use of the snow day outside.

at 9 AM this morning, in each and every house and public location, the land-line phone gives a single ring. though it means nothing to new residents so far, it will come to be known that this single ring means that something new has gone up on the seldom-used network channel 0.

if characters pick up the phone, their greeting is cut off as the voice on the other end launches into a spiel. ]

Hey there, friends and neighbors! Awful lot of snow we've been getting, huh?

Those of us down here at the precinct just wanted to remind you all to stay indoors and keep yourselves warm. Seems like plenty of you have been doing just that, so you folks, just keep it up.

All hands are on deck down at the shop to get our plow up and running - been a while since we've seen a chilly couple of days like this one, usually a little salt will do the trick just fine. Once she's functional, we'll run her up and down the main streets, then the residential.

I'm going to repeat: Please, do what you can to stay inside where it's nice and toasty. If you're out of groceries, a couple of folks down at the volunteer fire department are on call to fetch you some necessities, and if it seems like the heat in your home's not working quite like it should, give 911 a quick ring. We don't anticipate much need for emergency services, so the sweethearts at the center are on call to connect you to a handy repairman to fix it right up.

Have a good one, Wayward Pines. We'll see you on the other side of this little dose of winter in no time at all.

[ anyone who has, at any point, come into contact with wayward pines' sheriff probably recognized the voice. casual, friendly, but with an underlying sense of authority. he'll answer this post if it gets any replies, but it'll probably take a hot minute. he's a busy guy, after all. ]

So I just randomly stop being able to taste things now again. Thought it was the weather at first, but... I just woke up this morning and went two hours not being able to taste a damn thing.

[ Breakfast was pretty fucking weird. ]

Gonna head over to the hospital to get it checked out in a bit, but I just... wanted to know if anyone else has been getting weird stuff like this? After our... after your accident?

Or, hell, I know most of you are humans, but if anyone's got a clue what it might be, I'd be happy to hear it.

[so this isn't exactly the way stiles would have preferred to make his debut on the network, but needs must when the devil drives as they say, and the full moon has managed to sneak up on all of them.]

Okay so weird question but does anyone have some chains they're currently not using? Asking for a friend.

[ Look, Jefferson hasn't really left the house much since he stumbled back from the hospital five days ago. The few things he remembers unnerve him, and he can't distinguish them from the fake memories that have become far more prominent in his mind-- being more grounded and 'realistic' than his actual life. So he just been staying inside, being a pill at Howard, and hiding in the safe familiarity of his home. With no company but the idiot amnesiac he thinks is his not-so-amicable ex.

Which is why he sounds so on edge when he records this message: ]

I could use someone to talk to. [ Pause, then an emphatic: ] Not How-- my... housemate. Who left wet towels on the bathroom floor and still won't fix the toaster he broke!

[ He lets out a frustrated breath. ]

Maybe I need more than a conversation.

Company. Company would be nice. I'll even pour you a drink.

[ So, it's not a booty call to the network, but it could be misinterpreted as one to any trolls out there. He's just lonely!

ANYWAY. Click. ]