[ This video opens with a shot of four very unhappy teenagers, all of whom look wrung out. They’re pale and drawn, with shadowed eyes as though they’ve not slept in days. The view of the room behind them can’t clearly be seen, but what’s on show seems scattered and broken, streaked with red. Gansey is front and center, looking considerably more strained than the last time he was here. He is making an attempt to seem calm, but his expression is pinched with worry. Granted, the dark circles under his eyes don’t help. ]

I’m sorry to have to send this message. It’s not my intention to frighten anyone, but it wouldn’t be right not to tell you.

[ He glances at the others. ]

Our friend, Ronan Lynch, is missing. Ordinarily this wouldn’t be a cause for troubling you, but there’s also this.

[ He moves aside to show a full shot of the room. It’s been trashed, and the streaks of red are interspersed with what looks like feathers. The walls have been scored by something long, curved and pointed. Some violence has happened here. ]

We all woke up to this, and we’re concerned he may be in trouble. Adam, show them.

[ Because, by fascinating coincidence, only one of them has a picture of Ronan on their device. They’ve only been here a month, after all.

Adam’s been relatively silent for the whole exchange but when Gansey prompts him for the picture he lifts his device and thumbs through it. Holding it up he shows off an image of the missing boy in question - half out of the shot like it’s been taken by accident but still very recognisable by the shaved head and raven perched on his shoulder.] Here. [ He lets it stay there for a moment before he drops his arm and once more tries to call Ronan on his cell, glaring down at the unanswered screen like it offends him. ] This is a waste of time, we should be out there looking for him.

[ Gansey sends a sharp look at Adam. Of course they should be out there. They should have been out there, already. ]

We’re going to find him. [ Back to the camera. ] The problem is what might be chasing him.

[ Blue’s been sitting to the side, arms folded, finger to her lips as she gnaws at her lip with a look of frustration and anxiety. Her foot taps against the floor, only stopping when she takes the camera. ] You saw the claw marks. All the destruction.

If it’s what we think it is, then this thing isn’t nice or very pretty. It’s actually really ugly. You’ll know what it is when you see it. It’s big, it’s kind of like the bastard child of a bird and a man that should never have been born. It’s got a beak and everything.

[ For a second, anger gives way to worry. ] It’s nasty. That’s what you really need to know. Just be careful if you see it. Especially if you’re someone who likes to fight and wants to try to take it on.

[ Gansey tilts the phone back, looking suddenly urgent. ]

What she means is, don’t take it on. Get away from it, and call us. If that’s not possible, mind your eyes. It tends to go for them.

[ He steps back again, relinquishing camera space to Blue, who shoots him a look before turning back to the camera herself. Her anger has come back stronger than before. ] And if you’re out there, Ronan, and you see this: answer your damn phone!

[ Noah has been hovering in the background, but now he gently slides into frame to add to Blue’s demand. ] Please. And, you know, don’t die. [ His scared doe eyes say the rest for him: don’t do anything toostupid. While we’re asking for miracles. ]

(( ooc: This post marks the start of Ronan's Angry Birds plot! The ooc post is here.

Gansey is black, Adam is green, Blue is blue and Noah is pink. ))