sirenspull | video; okay kids let's organize this bitch

[Here is Visser One, posting with her own face for the very first time, businesslike and deadly serious. She seems to be posting from some kind of office- whether home or otherwise is impossible to tell. Everything about her has the air of unimpeachable seasoned authority.]

Well, we've all seen the rash of posts about disappearances in the last three days. [She takes a short, impatient breath, drawing herself up a little more.] Come now, we can't possibly think it's just a coincidence. What did that kind of thinking get us with the virus?

Organizing is imperative. We won't accomplish anything by staying scattered and in a panic.

First and foremost, I need you all to come forward here and give the name of anybody who's gone missing this week. So far, I have a list of six names.

[She folds her hands on her desk and leans in, expression intensifying- but still unusually cold. Like a hunter, not an impassioned loved one.]

We will find them. We'll find them, bring them home, then we'll find the offender and give them exactly what they deserve.

(OOC: feel free to threadjack and make a big mess of this post if you want! Visser One just really wants to see some discussion and organization going on, and so do I.)

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What.

What?

You were going to meet her?

Did you do this?

Yeah, but - What the hell, man? Why would I?

You tell me.

[Oh, that's helpful.]

She was going to meet you, you're after her, what am I supposed to think?

I'm after her?

You were, last I saw. Mary told me to stop keeping an eye on you, so I did. Maybe that was a mistake.

I didn't touch Mary, asshole. She was coming to look for Lisbeth and somebody took her.

[Suddenly video! Pay no mind to how red and stressed John looks right now.

Not. Panicking.]

Look at me in the eye and tell me.

[Oh, okay, he'll switch to video. So he can give John the finger.]

Screw you.

[Welp, that...helped. John buries his head in his hands, at a complete loss for what to do.]

Fine. Screw you too.

[Jesse continues to seethe for a minute, grinding his teeth. But... hell, what he's looking at is a man who's lost his wife. And Jesse knows that. So after he takes that moment to cool down, he mutters:]

She's out there somewhere. We'll find her.

You. both of you.

Mating rituals and dominance rituals go elsewhere. We're people, not animals. Have your testosterone fight where I can't see it.

Mr. Winchester, I suggest you channel your anger and anxiety into something constructive to bring your wife home.

I'm trying

Hang up on him and go talk to the police, since he won't.

[Yes, Jesse, she knows you can hear this. Screw it.]

Already did, and he won't answer his goddamn phone.

[And he's not at home, either. Guess whose roommate is getting ambushed when he gets back?]

I was talking about Jesse. Still, that works.

The police always answer their phones.

I suggest you two work together. Jesse knows her last known location as reliably as anyone she lives with.

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