Tune in, Carlyle!

[shitstorm_eve]

Paranormal Activity Where You're the Paranormal... Never Read The Comments [The news broadcast begins with a beautiful dark-haired news anchor, her hands folded in front of her. She smiles at the camera with teeth so perfect they're almost uncanny.] Tonight a small town in Montana is reeling as the day after Vesanalia, they've begun to experience a new influx of 'mysterious visitors' like the ones reported before. These visitors have been reported to be from other worlds, even potential futures. Our man on the scene, Mike Tanner, explains. [The news anchor she switches to, on site, is less perfect. He's one of those guys that's obviously been with the station since the 80s and still thinks he looks the way he did in the 80s, so says that grin.] Thank you, Janine. Today we're here in Carlyle, a small town in the great Midwest of America. Recently plagued by harsh winters, heavy rains, and now? Visitors from other worlds. [The scene shifts to show various scenes from around the small town. Some of them are even videos of new people shown at a distance, along with the freshly repaired damage from Vesanalia. A little old lady, apparently a shop owner, is shown next speaking into a microphone like she's not really sure where her face should be in relative position to it.] At our church, we've been prayin' that someone would come and deliver us from this bad weather. And most of these people got things special about 'em. They're real smart or they're from the future. [She sounds legitimately hopeful.] Maybe they're sent by God to try and help us work this world's problems out. [Mike then continues.] But others? They aren't so optimistic. [The view changes to a bearded scientist in his office, obviously nowhere near Carlyle but in some university somewhere, an older man with steepled fingers and an obvious sense of self-importance.] I believe these people could be carrying any number of diseases, dangerous technology. There have already been rumors of major weapons confiscated from them. [The view changes then to a militia man, young, red-headed, freckled and in camo.] I don't know how I feel about it. Ever since they first started showin' up, there's been federal agents everywhere. We moved here because there wasn't a lot of government interference. We didn't want 'em around. Now they're everywhere- [He obviously said some more. But the video is cut mid sentence so whatever else he was adding on is hidden. The view then changes back to Mike Tanner.] As of now, the government has succumbed to public pressure and is allowing these few visitors to have work visas. Questions remain as to what happened to the first ones. Though they were reported to have vanished just before Vesanalia. Their talents are considered exemplary, and the entertainment industry has been cashing in. Two new programs featuring visitors and one involving searching for new ones are in production with various streaming services. You mean like a ghost hunting show? [The anchorwoman laughs, camera remaining on Mike.] We'll find out when it comes out. [He chuckles.] With KTVP, this is Mike Tanner. Back to you, Janine. State of Affairs in Carlyle [There are more people out on the hunt for the newcomers show. They're annoying guys, pointedly trying to pin people down for interviews. Especially if they can corner one of the new people themselves.] [The only time they relent is when an armed caravan rolls into town. It doesn't stay long. It stops in front of the police station, and a group of men transfer a metal crate onto one of the vehicles. The well-armed soldiers leave with it. The process is barely witnessed. One man dared bring out his phone to get a video and saw it crushed. They don't want people to know about whatever this 'first group' was.] [A new doctor can also be witnessed coming into the police station, much more sterile and hard than their previous one. She wants to know any information about anyone, both dangerous and useful, like potential vaccines against unknown pathogens, and triple-checking to make sure there are no Typhoid Marys among them. This means anyone with an ID will be cornered by armed soldiers, and a blood sample taken from them.] [Meanwhile, anyone new shows up as usual: unseen, away from any observing eyes. Not even a camera will catch them, as if whatever is dropping them in knows it's for their own good. But once they're in, everyone is on the look-out for them, civilians and feds alike.]

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At the Diner

[Hank's had several vials of blood taken, doctors wildly curious about his antibodies. He's gone from wanting to be helpful upon being told that 'they could come up with more effective vaccines to combat anti-vaxxer sentiment (which he remembers as being vile and long-lasting), to calling the medical staff a bunch of blood suckers, loudly, and insisting on leaving.]

[He's fortunate that his boisterous personality carries a lot of distraction and attention. No one could hold him against his will. But now he's tired, and he goes to the diner where he had that giant burger to order another one because he feels like he needs to refuel after a blood drive.]

[Not even much of a chance to work off some of the dizziness.]

[He's waiting on his order, thumbing through news on his smart phone, muttering to himself an earnest-] I fucking hate this shit. [-as he ignores his rootbeer float. The older woman behind the counter looks at him.]

Not the food. This situation. Not you. Don't worry about it. [He clarifies, tiredly.]

[How is he going to keep other people from going through the same fucking thing. Jesus. He's beginning to see why that one cop was slipping people under the radar where he could.]