Fox Mulder

[Mulder has noticed the horrifying thing about the latest wave of newcomers, and it's really starting to get to him. There's got to be some kind of twisted Malnosso logic at work, right? And a reason why all these wingless people are still alive and well?]

What happened to all of these New Feather's wings?

[And with that, Agent Mulder is heading out ALL OVER THE PLACE to investigate and check out what kinds of newcomers they're bringing in. Maybe he'll find some kind of pattern, a method to their madness... OR NOT.]

Does anyone else notice something distinctly ODD about the moon lately? First of all, it's a little bit bigger than usual. Secondly, it's got a hell of a schnoz- that's the scientific term. It's making me wonder if the 'man in the moon' idea actually has something to it... In any case, I don't think this problem is going to go away overnight. We're approaching All Hallows' Eve, or Samhain, after all, which is known to be a new year in some folkloric traditions... but I'm jumping ahead of myself. A more extensive investigation is needed. There's also one more thing...

[But at this point, he can resist the compulsion no longer, and on goes the Beak Doctor Mask for the rest of the transmission.]

By the way, skinnydipping is an effective method 50% of the time, if you're looking to remove any personality-altering mask. It's guaranteed a 100% success rate if you do it in the Fountain between the hours of noon and 12:06, and are carrying a purple toad on your head. Anything more specific you want me to look at, make an appointment. I do house calls.

[Mulder is roaming ALL OVER THE PLACE and stopping to give 'help' to people in the form of bizarre ideas. BIZARRE IDEAS THAT ACTUALLY WORK. Perhaps the most terrifying thing to this is... his theories aren't too much weirder than his normal. >.>; Pester away!]

[Things have settled down. Between experiments, amusement parks, abductions and drafts, this is the first nice calm stretch of time he's had in a while. So Mulder's hanging out in the Battle Dome. He's been coming there a lot more lately. The new features interest him, and there are places from home he can't help revisiting. Not always to fight, since it's no longer required, though he throws those scenarios in sometimes too. But mostly he's in there obsessively going back through particular scenes.]

[At the moment, Mulder can be seen sitting in the living room where Samantha disappeared from. The board game Stratego is still set up in place near him, the game left unfinished. It's exactly as the room looked all those years ago. A blinding bright light flashes somewhere in the background.]

I wonder what determines the point in time we're taken from? It appears entirely random from all that I've encountered so far. Almost like someone's throwing darts at a timeline or choosing those times out of a hat. A really ugly hat. I also wonder... why some people are brought here after death. [Jonathan. Gem. ...Sigh.] It doesn't seem fair, to grant someone a new life only to throw them back eventually anyway.

...speaking of that, I've been curious about something for a while. [And needing to expand his files, he's already delved into kidnappings, revival has always been somewhere on his list too.] If anyone who's died before, either here or at home, wouldn't mind indulging me for a couple of questions? I won't ask how it happened or anything, just... some related details on the topic. Thanks in advance.

[Mulder glances around at the latest scenery. He knows this place, knows it all too well. Skyland Mountain. Where they took Scully. Where so many horrible things started for her- the abduction, the experiments, the cancer, the daughter who never got to really live.]

Up, up, ascending... ascending to the stars...

I wonder, if I wait long enough- Look! They're here! Exactly how it really happened.

[Mulder tilts the journal so that the lights off of a UFO can be seen in the night sky.]

I'm gonna go check this out and see what happens. Someone feed my fish if I'm not back soon...

[Except as Mulder approaches the light a very different kind of abduction takes place, as droids sweep out from the surrounding trees. There's gunfire and fighting sounds, along with Mulder cursing a bunch... and then everything is silent.]

[Mulder seldom drinks. Unless there's a weird cosmic alignment or the aftermath of a disaster of some kind. Right now... would be one of those rare exceptions, while he's hanging around his place sulking. He's got his vodka. He's got his frozen orange juice concentrate. He is all set.]

[A lot has happened all in a row- the draft, the experiment, the attack on the village... Mulder has been immersing himself in work to keep focused on something, but that can only help for so long. Especially with how that attack ended. A little visit to his fake!brother to try and take his mind off things with some geeking around has also ended badly... and that's been the last straw. Losing a sibling. Even a fake one... It unearths a lot of Issues.]

I don't know how many people know him. Knew him. Know. He seemed to keep to himself for the most part. My br... My... He wasn't- really- my brother, but he's gone now. Jonathan Levinson. They sent him home.

...If they really send people home when they disappear for good... [He adds with some annoyance:] Yeah, ok, I get it, I get why you had to pick on my paranoia, guys! I know you're all out there listening to this, collecting data or whatever it is you sorry sons of bitches think you're accomplishing. Thanks. Really. I can't wait to see what you do next.

Maybe we should start taking bets now on what they'll throw at us. Or have a drinking game. Take a sip for every time someone disappears unexpectedly, one huge swig every time you wake up with extra body parts, finish the damn thing when your perception of reality is distorted beyond recognition...

[Filtered/Robert + Don]

Hey, how are you holding up, Robert?

Thought I'd find out the same of you too, Don, see if things are ok, or as much as they can be under the circumstances. I've got something for you, but... it can probably wait for a better time. [He's not getting into detail on the journals.]

[Filtered To Residents; 88%]
[Now he's had more time to practice filters, he's trying one out. He's sure this matter has been brought up before at some point in time anyhow, so it's not like it's too sensitive. But he has to ask, since it seems like people never discuss it. At the moment, Mulder can be seen holding a small handheld mirror and tapping it absentmindedly into the palm of his other hand. He has a thoughtful expression on his face.]

...I bet it's been tried before, but... Has anyone ever had the barcode on the back of their neck examined? Is there a doctor in the house, or anyone with a medical background who's ever tried removing it from someone? ....Or maybe just someone in possession of a state of the art grocery store scanner to check it out? [What, YOU NEVER KNOW.] For that matter, can we be entirely sure they haven't implanted anything additional in us?

Aside from that, I'm almost starting to feel a sense of routine and normality, between my ongoing quest to commune with the spirits and now working on what's essentially becoming the Lucetian X-Files. I have some faint hope that documenting the experiments will give me a better understanding of this place. Although I would kill for a computer to type them out on. Uh... not literally kill, for the record.
[/Filter]

A flood of newcomers means I get to officially upgrade my New Feather badge to the next level... [Warning! Warning! Incoming snark mode!] Welcome to paradise, everyone. The food is free, but the TV reception is terrible, the recreational activities consist of reality-altering experiments which will make you wish you were on reality-altering drugs, and the vacation staff running the place have a mysterious fetish for wings. Overall I give this resort a half star. You really should have gone to Disneyworld instead.

[Action]

[Mulder woke up today in the blue, alien form of an Andalite At the moment, he's heading away from his building. It's too confining in there all of a sudden. As he runs along on his centaur-like body, his thought-speech is telepathically transmitted and can be 'heard' by anyone who happens to be in the area. His bladed tail whips around a little while he struggles to understand his new form.]

< Where's my mouth?! I can breathe, but how's a guy supposed to eat? What kind of species IS this? I wanted to see firsthand what these experiments are really like... Looks like I should be more careful what I wish for. >

[He'll keep going off away from buildings and toward the forest, his instincts making him crave wide open areas.]

[Later on, Written]

[By the time he writes his message, Mulder has had a chance to adjust better.]

Right, so if I'm not some kind of alien life form at the moment, then I want my money back.

Seven fingers, a horse-like body, blue fur, eyestalks? And that's the least of it. I seem to have acquired some unusual capabilities as part of the package deal. There's no chance this kind of being could exist on earth.

This is one hell of an experiment to go through for a first-timer, though I'm starting to become more fascinated by this experience. Are many people being transformed into something completely unlike the life on their world? I bet there are a bunch of us out there.

[There's a squelching sound of someone falling into a very muddy area. Then that someone curses under his breath, followed by the distinct sound of some very angry toads who he's disturbed. Many of whom also curse along with the general annoyed croaking.]

Hello? Who's there? Who said that? Scully, are you with me? Can you hear me? SCULLY!?!

[There's a pause, and more muddy squelching. And more grumpy voices in the background as Mulder appears to have fallen into a whole clan of toads. He seems to take this in stride though, thinking aloud as he tries to gain his bearings. He picks up the book that's near him and eyes it curiously. It's very out of place here, but he's already drawing his own conclusions.]

Let me guess. I've finally been abducted by aliens. I knew it was a matter of time, but somehow I always assumed the experience would involve less falling face down in the mud, and more probing.

Not that I want any probing, I'll pass on that opportunity.

So now the question is- aside from where the hell are my real clothes- where am I? My theories include afterlife or parallel dimension, maybe a mix of the two with a dash of government-initiated kidnapping thrown in. It's not every day you wake up in someone else's clothes with wings sprouting out of your back for no reason. Wings that hurt like a bitch when I pull on the feathers, I might add.

[Yeah he already tried that. Is it really any surprise he's already tried that?]

So what's going on here? Who's responsible for this? Was I subjected to an experiment of some kind? Kept imprisoned as a test subject and cast off to the wilderness as soon as they were done with me? Is this Russia? It better not be Russia. I didn't have such great accommodations the last time I went there.

[...and is it just him or are ALL of the toads in the area looking ready to gang up on him? He's deciding he's overstaying his welcome here. Time to get moving. In some direction. So Mulder can be found hurrying the rest of the way through the woods and into town. He's covered in mud and followed close behind by a whole bunch of very disgruntled toads.]

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