[ When the video flicks on, there's some really terrible shaky cam going down. Shots of the floor and ceiling interspersed with brief glimpses of Tyke's back, as Tommy tries to get a decent shot of the... Whatever it is. Like a stream of black sand moving through the air like smoke. ]

What the hell is that?

No fucking idea.

[ There's a dog barking at the black thing, shuffling fearfully on its paws but putting up a loud front. The camera jostles as Tommy shifts it to his other hand. ]

You're the one who's seen weird shit.

Yeah. Doesn't mean I've seen all the weird shit ever. [ She moves closer, crouching down next to the dog that's barking, putting a hand on its neck. It quiets down to growls. ] The dogs don't like it. I don't like it.

[ Tommy's response is just a grunt of affirmation. He's not sure he needed the dogs to figure that one out, but they're sure being clear about it. ]

Are you videoing? [ The camera catches Tyke glancing over her shoulder as she says it, noting that he is and nodding. Then the camera swings around, framing the lower left quarter of Tommy's face. ]

Anyone got something to add here?

[ ooc: Tommy, Taylor ]

[Ianto looks harried and bordering on frightened when he addresses the network.]

To everyone who just saw Jack Harkness's network post, disregard it. He's lying. That is not Jack.

[He stops for a breath, gathering his thoughts and words.]

Jack has been possessed for almost a month now. I thought it was a singular problem... If I had known other people could also be possessed, I would have addressed the network sooner. Judging by the most recent posts about the black cloud, I can only assume the thing that's taken over Jack is a demon. Eridan isn't the one who's dangerous. As far as I can tell, he's still himself, since he's completely prone to disregarding my warnings and playing right into the demon's hands.

[His lips thin as he glares disapprovingly at the camera -- for that moment, it's clear he's speaking primarily to Eridan, before continuing to address the ship as a whole.]

It's Jack who's dangerous. Don't go to his aid. I don't know what he's planning, but it can't be good. Look to your own friends and loved ones, make sure they're still who they claim to be. I'll... I'll take care of this.

[ooc: This is IC-ly posted within minutes of Jack's post.]

['Jack' appears on camera, with a black eye, bruises on his jaw, and scratches across his face. He's looking like he's seen better days, to put it mildly. For a moment, the demon loses his grip on Jack, and there's a real flash of fear in his eyes] Please, you have to...!!

[But then it's gone again. And though he fear is still there, it's manufactured. A little off. Maybe whoever's watching notices the change, maybe they don't. Regardless, 'Jack' speaks up, and carries on]

...you need to watch out. There are people on board who aren't themselves. Eridan, he... He attacked me. And he might get one of you too, if you let your guard down. Please, he's dangerous... [Oh, the irony]

[Barely minutes after he's seen Tommy and Tyke's network post is Dean posting one of his own and this time it isn't so much about body shots. The sound of the bottom of his boots pounding against the floor is clearly audible as he makes his way to the kitchen. Whoever said salt's bad for you never met a freakin' demon before.

First thing? He's going to send that demon back where it came from. What comes after is already starting to make him feel awkward and he powers on through until he finally chooses to address the network. He's going to go ahead and assume whoever's checking has probably seen the video, too.]

You see any black smoke like that floatin' around near you? Move your ass if you know what's good for you. We're talkin' seriously contagious, Twelves Monkeys meets Outbreak. [And he really couldn't give a damn if that reference is lost on half of you. Just do what he says X(] Best bet? Stay in your rooms and out the way while we get rid of it.

[That's all he says publicly and if people even half recognize his voice and ID from his other network posts he's hoping they're going to realize he's not screwing around.]



[ Private to Cas; encrypted 95% ] I'm headed to the kitchens for salt. Maybe iron. [A pause, the briefest of hesitations:] Find somethin' to draw with.

[ Private to Jim Kirk; encrypted 95% ] We got a serious problem. People need to stay in their goddamn rooms and avoid that black smoke. We don't take care of that? 's gonna make the smurf's mutiny look like a freaking princesses of Disney slumber party.