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29 April 2009 @ 11:38 am
[The transmission begins in the early morning, nothing but loud, heavy static for nearly a minute. Then it's gone, leaving a clear open line.]

Greetings. There isn't much time to explain, so I'll make this as quick as possible. Doubtless though it is you have questions, I first and foremost feel you ought to be aware of the most primal safety precaution: do not leave any doors open behind you.

[A short pause;] My name is Nell, and the island you've found yourselves on is known to us as Isla Perdida.

Please. Try and feel at home.

[Mod notes: Unlike the regular transmissions your characters will be sending over their radios, this one can't be saved. Nor can their responses. If your character has a good memory, they'd best make use of it!]
23 April 2009 @ 07:38 pm
[It's midafternoon-- the two raptors patrolling the building from outside pause just outside the door as the sound of a loud thud sends ripples through a puddle. A second thud follows, and then the bark of one of them signaling the others. Minutes later, they're joined by the remaining raptors from inside the bunker, and the group of them take off through the trees.

Soon enough, their abrupt reason for leaving becomes clear: over the tops of the trees, the head of a T-Rex passing through can be spotted. It pauses, not sensing any movement, and takes a few steps, ending up mere feet from the bunker doors.

If you're lucky, it might just keep walking.]

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19 April 2009 @ 01:54 am
[It's early morning-- the sun's barely grazing the tops of the trees, and all seems calm. Peaceful. Still. The rustling of leaves in the foliage is barely audible.

They're approaching first from the north: three scaled faces peering from the bushes, one after the other. If you didn't know any better, you'd be inclined to think that they're keeping a lookout. After a moment, the figures emerge, cutting a straight path towards the bunker, where the front doors stand wide open. It doesn't take long before they're joined by two more, these approaching from the south.

With hardly more than the sound of their claws clicking against the floor tiles, the first four enter the building, leaving the fifth a few feet away from the door-- standing just off to the side, out of the immediate range of vision to anyone observing from inside the halls.]

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15 April 2009 @ 05:04 pm
[The transmission begins with heavy static, fading enough for snatches of words to make it through.]

--Can't.........somet....[It cuts out completely for a full minute, starting again with even more static.]

Too early-- You got........ not yet....roger that. O' nine hundred hours............ shit.

[Something that sounds like a door slamming is the last sound that makes it though clearly, before there's only static for another ten seconds, and it cuts out completely.]

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