Tokyo Log

Apr. 12th, 2015 09:27 pm
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[personal profile] theearth
What: Destruction, politics and purikura probably seriously everyone should get some of themselves and their friends.
Where: Tokyo
When: 4/10 & 4/11

Tokyo: Pink lights over Tokyo. A giant kappa awakens under the city, rises to the surface, and goes on an (accidental) rampage, desperately searching for water: It waddles around in bigger and smaller circles and asks with a thundering voice for directions to the next big body of water. Starting in Shinjuku, the kappa then moves southwest towards the harbour. The search leaves all of inner Tokyo in ruins from being stepped on, only the Tokyo Tower mysteriously remaining upright, if without power (you'll have to take the stairs, sorry). The kappa moves fairly quickly; everything is over in less than an hour, as it dives into the ocean and curls up on the bottom of the Tokyo Bay. The Japanese parliament has an emergency meeting and decides to try and have the military bomb the monster to death as soon as possible. If you want your numbered to show up at this debate or stop the bombing of Tokyo Bay physically, please comment to the appropriate thread.

((ooc: Sorry, there seems to have been miscommunication regarding if there would be a mod posted thing for this or not - I hadn't planned on it, but here it is belatedly. Sorry again!))
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[personal profile] oncedevil
Who: Tony and anyone awake at Willow Ridge after the Kidnapping Incident
What: Demon be hungry, so that means pancakes for all.
Where: Willow Ridge kitchen
When: Morning of April 3rd, after Nathan's rescue
Warnings: Possibly some recollections of violence, but otherwise only pancakes. Maybe eggs. We'll see.

Strawberry, or blueberry? )


Apr. 2nd, 2015 06:02 pm
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[personal profile] ursoreckless
[ here is Shou, looking pretty designer hip in his normal way, although there are patches of what looks like flaky burned skin on his face and especially on the back of his hands. there is also a few wisps of smoke coming from under his jacket. ]

Next time someone tells me to take a sooner flight, make sure that they need to tell me to make it a night one. You know how fucking hard it is to hide that you're bursting into flames in fronta people?

[ also his accent is fully back. if you were one of the people he had a phone convo with in the past few weeks, he sounded far better at speaking English than the mismash of words he uses now. ]

Feel like I just got stuck on a toasting rack or something... Okay who's still breathing and whaddo I gotta kill now that I'm back?


Feb. 16th, 2015 08:22 pm
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[personal profile] ursoreckless
[ there's a minute or two of someone muttering in the worse gutter trash talking Japanese that anyone could ever gutter trash talk in Japanese, intermixed with some heavy nasty words in Chinese and all wrapped up in the kind of accent that makes his words even harder to understand. but at the end of it is a heavy sigh and then, Shou is speaking in English. ]

I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm staying in my pillow fort until this all blows over.

[ pillar of the community? wanting to protect people? sorry, he just wants to not deal with dopples at all. oops. ]

If anyone wants to join me, you're welcome so long as you know the secret magic word.
oncedevil: (Here I come)
[personal profile] oncedevil
Who: Tony and Shou
What: Addressing this echoes problem.
Where: Willow Ridge Boarding Academy
When: Night of the 4th
Warnings: A demon and a vampire what could go wrong? Some nudity and lecherous talk.

There's nowhere we can hide )
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I realize there may be other matters of importance being dealt with, but does it disturb no one else that the world as a whole appears to have lost memory of the days between January 2nd and 5th? No one has spoken of it. [AKA, the kid with an eidetic memory is missing days in his mind and it's really bothering him. Also, way to not introduce yourself, Nathan. A+]

[Private to Lazarus]

[But Nathan does remember a few moments of that time, during which he had seen the number tattooed on Lazarus' hand. That at least has stayed in his mind properly.]

I do, however, remember one thing of January 2nd. The question is, do you remember anything of that day yourself?


Jan. 20th, 2015 08:53 am
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[personal profile] disdainfully
As you probably know through Jovan, there is more worth in gold and gems in this mountain than the federal gold reserve holds, at least approximately. It would destroy the economy, not only of this country, if we let unnumbered find and unearth it. ...So, while I do not hope that they ever find out about the inside of the mountain - in case they ever do. Does anyone have a the ability to hide a large amount of inanimate objects, or easily build and without a trace seal up a large cave? And if we have to do the cave-building by menial means; who will help me in this? After all the worldwide economy is in your best interest as well, it sustains your lives and safety.

That said. I am back. Whatever it was that Thorin had that I echoed back on Christmas, he also overcame it. [Or at least got a grasp on it. He can't quite tell yet, because it is surprisingly hard to tell how his mental constitution was before this - did he use to feel like this?] I am fine now.

That said, I wish to apologize to those that met me over the last weeks, and speak to them. [action option: He'll also seek those out of whose whereabouts he knows.]

[And yet another urgent matter...]

I can't reach Julien. Who has heard anything about his whereabouts in the last weeks?
ursoreckless: (work work work)
[personal profile] ursoreckless
[ when the feed turns on, it first shows a rather uninteresting tile wall and a couple of expensive hair care products. the screen jiggles a little, and then a slightly damp Shou is in view, wearing a pair of worn gym pants and his hair wrapped up in a towel. he sets the phone down at the proper height and sighed, leaning back against what was most likely the side of a tub. ]

It's taken me a little bit of thinking to get the whole mess in order, but guess everyone needs to know what was said during that Secretary meeting thing. I'd almost expect it to be talked about sooner... but guess we're just trying to understand it. I know there was a little weirdness going on; they had that really nice alien guy there and he's got a smile that can charm a cat outta it's skin.

[ he frowns and takes the towel off, rubbing his hair a little and then places the towel to the side. ] We've been asking all sorts of questions about why we are here and what caused Wise Snakes and stuff to rise up and all we got were more theories. The aliens had no idea what they were for, but said that they are the thousands of Souls, of some kind of essence of animals that collectively just wants to survive. They've got no idea what causes us, save that we're also composed of one Soul per Numbered and that when the giant colony of Souls - or whatever the fuck they are - started stirring, it caused our Souls to start getting whacked and wanna return to how it was before.

Anyways, they don't know much about them outside that there's about a dozen of them, and they are gonna wake up and they won't stop unless they get killed. They also said something about how Tiny had a lot of information that we and they are lacking and they woulda like to speak to him outside the fact that we've gone killed him.

L and Saretha were there as well. We can probably all answer any questions about it, though gotta say they seemed a little clueless too. At least, they were good at seeming; I'm still not sure if we can trust all of this but that's just me. Oh and there's a new alien with them. A woman by the name Young and she's pretty certain about trusting that dick in charge of the military presence here.
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[personal profile] savethenpcs
Who: The American Secretary of Defense, numbered, and two surprise guests.
What: An important meeting.
When: 28th
Where: An expensive meeting room in downtown Locke.

The numbered have been told to meet the Secretary of Defense in a conference hotel in downtown Locke City, and are lead upstairs by two discreetly armed body guards and a young man in a suit who introduces himself as working for the city government. All three remain in the background once they enter an expensive looking meeting room on the top floor of the hotel. The Secretary is already there, together with a middle-aged woman, greets them and explains that they are waiting for one more person before they can begin. He then proceeds to ask them about the going-ons, both in general and a bit more personally. He expresses his regret for out of hand the whole situation has become, yet "...I trust in General Terrence Miller to keep the situation stable and safe from now, and we hope that the city's well-being can be handed back into the hands of a restructured police force in January. I am told that it has been a bit difficult to hire policemen and -women from other cities to come here, but that they wish to replace a good number of officers before everything resumes as usual. Taking the evil by the root, so to speak."
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[personal profile] chalicejoker
Who: Hajime, Tony, Shou, and L. Anyone else who may have been in Aikawa's at the time of the shootout; just contact me and I can probably work you in somewhere!
What: Monsters meeting for sushi and monstertalk, followed by a Yakuza shootout just outside the restaurant.
Where: Aikawa's
When: Evening of December 16
Warnings: Gang violence and giant bugs.
Of all the restaurants in Japantown to try to have a shootout in front of, you pick the one that belongs to the Lord of the Bugmen, good job. )


Dec. 14th, 2014 07:43 pm
ursoreckless: (hmmm)
[personal profile] ursoreckless
so. it's been a fun couple of days, hasn't it? i'm pretty glad that we didn't lose anyone to too much crazy during the attack and such but we all know how that goes. sooner or later we're all going to have a lot of baggage but hopefully there are people within our group that can smack our brains back into our skulls.

anyways, i figured that we should do something about the FAQs thing since it's been forever since anyone really has updated it since the doc left. i'm talking about this here ( link to old FAQs ). we've got some info about what has happened to a point on there and if the rest of us old timers croak or forget, who is going to go back looking for this kind of crap to see what triggered everything, right? so i'm putting the link out, asking people if they want to either build a new faq thing or just put information together so someone else can collect it, or do whatever with it. it's just something we might need later.

btw, anyone know about fixing elevators? also want to help do some rewiring? i've been thinking that if this old school is going to get turned into Numbered HQ, it needs some fancy Jim Bate James Bond redecorating before the New Year's. i also am so buying new furniture.

L. no protesting. i get too cold to sleep comfortably on the floor.


Dec. 5th, 2014 12:39 pm
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[personal profile] disdainfully
[In Thorir's background, one can see what looks half like a tunnel, half like a normal street with houses on either side, many adorned with geometrical patterns. They are lit by lamps that just seem a bit out of place, hanging under the roof of the street like streetlamps, and a few houses on the street have signs on the door or otherwise look lived-in. It's all very clean and well-kept, though empty.]

As some of you know, there is a numbered colony inside the mountain that has risen under Las Vegas. The entrance is hidden, and we want to keep it that way so that it can remain a safe place for those numbered that don't want to leave America. Everyone is welcome to claim a house or room, there are plenty. A lot of the mountain isn't yet explored and might be unsafe, but there seem to be no monsters hiding in it like in the catacombs in Locke City, and the area that has electricity, wi-fi and mobile signal is safe. We also have running water.

...We'll just have to hope that they don't dig too deeply while building all the things on the mountain.

[He pauses to make it clear that he's changing the topic - it's also announced by his factual manner gaining a dangerous glint.]

I will be participating in the attack on the Mafia. I already talked to Hjalti and he's coming with me. If anyone else from Vegas wants to join us, we'll go to Locke a few hours early so he can pick up some weapons at my store.

That said, if anyone needs firearms, a sword, and axe or daggers for this, contact me and I will set you up with it.
oncedevil: (Devil hunter)
[personal profile] oncedevil
Who: Anthony Sparado, Hajime Aikawa, Chinen Shou, and NPC mcfirestarter
What: Cleaning up some loose ends.
Where: Downtown Locke, couple of areas likely
When: December 1st, late afternoon/evening
Warnings: Violence, death, probably profanity.

Private text sent to Shou and Hajime )

01 | text

Nov. 30th, 2014 03:50 pm
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[personal profile] stefanged
Looks like I picked a pretty bad time to figure out I'm a Numbered one of you, with everything that's been going on lately. Makes me even more grateful my family got out of Dodge a few months ago. Never thought I'd be grateful that they're in freaking Red Sox country (with the inferior team), but here we are.

I guess the burning question on my mind is, what actually happens if we leave town? Every time I head back to school, my ring transforms. Normally, it looks like a silver band, but whenever I come home...

[He's attached a picture of his ring - it's a large, lapis lazuli ring with a silver family crest in the center. It might look a little familiar to characters that've seen Stefan around before (because that ring is massive), but otherwise, it's just an "old family heirloom."]

I figure, it has to be related to all of this somehow. Also, with concerns to leaving town, other stuff on here mentioned possible amnesia? I don't remember a lot, but if I'm going to forget all of this now, it might be better than later - especially since I've got class Tuesday.


Nov. 30th, 2014 04:26 pm
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[personal profile] brotimaeus
So did you know that you can make a praying mantis chase a laser pointer.
Cuz I sure didn't.


I leave Locke for a couple of weeks and I got no idea what's going on in this place anymore.
Anyone wanna give me the lowdown on what the local news ain't reporting on? Can't say I trust the media to scratch its own ass these days.
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[personal profile] detectivetroll
This is Nick. I don't know how many of you are still on here that know me, but I'm going to cut right to the chase here: I've been working undercover with the mafia for months, trying to get their secrets for the network. And now I finally have something useful.

There's going to be a meeting soon. Albero will be there, along with a large number of high ranking mafia members. I know when, and where, and I know that if we hit it, we stand a good chance of taking them out and making a serious dent in their operation.

I know some of you are going to say that violence isn't the answer. For anyone who wants to try another road, I have a number of recordings of the mafia making plans to frame network members, and of some of the kidnappings that have happened, as well as the location of where the mafia members are getting their modifications. I'll pass them off to someone who wants them, but not until just before the meeting. It's obviously going to blow my cover pretty badly.

I'm going to that meeting. I don't want to do it alone, because I want to make this hurt, and I can't do that by myself. I know I'm not the only one who's been affected by what they've done, and if we want to stop them, to make it so they can't do it to anyone else - this is the best chance we've got.

We need to take it.

[OOC: A plotting post for this is up here!]
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (I've got thick skin and an elastic heart)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
Who: Lazarus Lawliet and open to anyone!
What: Watching and waiting for the attack on Espresso Yourself to happen early Sunday morning... and with all hope, Locke City's Finest making some much-needed arrests of Mafia goons.
Where: Willow Ridge Boarding Academy, potentially around the coffee shop if any strong types want to hang around nearby and make sure no goons get away.
When: November 23, 3:15 AM
Warnings: Violence and profanity probs

I'm ready for the fight and fate )

[OOC: I'll post a couple of prompts, but feel free to treat this as a mingle post!]
dead_black_eyes: "Try Again" (I'm not a stone I'm just a man)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
[The man appearing onscreen this morning is haggard, somber, and distracted. Clearly, he's been awake all night, something he's been doing far too often lately, sitting curled in the middle of what appears to be a cleaned up but ancient school gymnasium's basketball court with his chin on his knees. A few feet away is a blue tarp hiding something sizable and lumpy.]

I know Albero's people are striking Espresso Yourself, early on the morning of Sunday, November 23, at 3:15 AM. They will be there to raze the building to the ground and they do not intend to take prisoners.

[He bites his lip, glancing away from the camera. The calmness he's affected since Anthony's death slips for a second, revealing something like fear. He swallows.]

I've been waiting for a pulse. I was hoping that maybe my other's experience and knowledge could help me, in this regard, but up to this point... it's been all quiet on that front.

[He rises slowly, moving towards the tarp and drawing it away from what it conceals. There are many pounds of dynamite stacked in the middle of his gym, along with several ominous looking canisters.]

I have dynamite and nitroglycerin. I think...

[He takes a deep, shuddering breath.]

I know we can kill a lot of them. Part of me really wants to, and I can't be the only one. But I know... I know that's not what we're fighting for, a criminal record of our own and another reason to be driven out of this city. So...

[He sits again, hard, on the floor, eyes and posture conveying a distinctly dazed quality.]

I think maybe it would be better to use this information to get the FBI on this and catch them in the act, with no blood shed. I'm prepared for both of these scenarios, but honestly... I don't know what's right. I'm so tired. I trust all of you, so... please help me make the right decision.

EDIT: I've been informed that Nick knows about another upcoming opportunity, a chance to hit the Mafia where it hurts. There's to be a meeting of higher-ups in the near future; further details are forthcoming.
oncedevil: (Surly)
[personal profile] oncedevil
[In light of several arsons earlier in the week it really wasn't any surprise to see yet another show up in the paper. This time, however, they had a story and photo to go along with it, marking a certain someone a suspect. It was by chance Tony had snapped up the paper off the table and his eyes fell on this rather damning evidence.

Well, it would be damning, if it weren't incredibly stupid and also horribly blurry.

When the feed kicks on he's holding up the photo, expression flat and not amused.]

So, looks like I'm Big Foot now. Y'know they could've at least got the eyepatch on the right eye.

[He points at the patch covering his left eye, where it's very clearly on the right eye of the person in the blurry photo.]

Starting to think I should kick it in Germany for a while. Unless anyone's got a damn good lawyer they wanna lend me?
dead_black_eyes: "Tennis Court" (Showing people how little we care)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
[Lazarus' number is written on a blackboard with a piece of chalk, opening a connection to the network. Dim light streams in through the high, dusty windows, falling on broken-down desks in a decrepit, once-grand lecture hall. A broom leans in the corner, along with several trash bags; Lazarus himself is wearing crummy clothes and more than a little breathless and sweaty. You would be too, if you'd been working on solo renovations for hours.]

If any of you are familiar with the building that was formerly the Willow Ridge Boarding Academy in Locke City... like back in the 1970's... it's ours now. It was briefly a linen processing facility but it wound up being foreclosed on when the company went bankrupt, so I went ahead and bought it from the bank. Under a different name, of course.

[He takes a second to shrug out of his sweater, draping it across one of the desks.]

The building's big, with a spacious basement. I want to move Project Jump as soon as possible to this new location, since both I and Espresso Yourself are too well-known at this point and I don't think it's safe for it to remain. I can rent a truck but the more discreet the move is, the better. It has to happen very soon. In the meantime... I'm going to continue to work on renovations. Security. Furnishing accommodations... on that note, if anyone has any computer monitors, servers or any other equipment they're willing to sell or donate, I'm more than interested.

[He returns to what he was doing before he opened the connection, which is, apparently, using an axe to break apart unsalvageable desks and bagging up the resulting debris to clear some space.]
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[personal profile] ursoreckless
[it's always a bit annoying when people do exactly what he predicted them to do. it was even more annoying that they not only did what he predicted but decided to up the stakes. so when the mafia enforcer gang - seven strong including three of those modified idiots - popped out of the alley to chase him, Shou was not amused. it was only during the first few minutes of the chase that he realized that instead of the usual dogmen, they were using a far faster and agile critter to keep up to him. he did try a few tricks to shake them off, but that only gave them the advantage instead of giving him some space to make up a new plan.

it got even more annoying when another three appeared to cut off his latest escape route. he attempted just a couple wounding shots, but that didn't play well and he ran out of options. shooting them was the only way to wiggle out of this.

so about fifteen minutes after a frenzied gun battle that left several goons wounded, three dead or dying, Shou makes a hurried connection to the Network. cops were coming and he couldn't get captured, not after this.]

I need a pick up. [he's breathing hard, his voice cracking and no, he isn't turning on the video function.] I'm... somewhere close to First and Harrison... [a hiss, a shallow cough and more pants for air.]

...hurry. I can't be here when... [losing air rapidly and he is trying to hold it in but sometimes bleeding just has to happen, so this is just a few more seconds of shallow breathing before the feed goes out.]

[ooc; okay so shou is going to die. people can try to rescue him but he is going to die. this will trigger him becoming a vampire which means he needs to go to the clinic instead of the hospital. good thing it is closer to where shou fell, right?]


Oct. 16th, 2014 03:23 am
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[personal profile] purestambition
[Saretha appears, looking calm as ever. There is something a bit different about her expression, however. A type of concern that is unexpected from her - any at all, and it is genuine. Whether you are the sort of person to pick up on that, however... well. That is another matter.]

Greetings. I trust most of you are rested from both the recent battle in Las Vegas and our unexpected travel plans.

With the new barrier area open to us, that provides us many new opportunities, and as many threats. I am sure most of you don't have to be told that, but... it is good, for the time being, that we have a place in which we can act from without being potentially gunned at, for now.

On that topic... Albero. The mafia. Clearly, this has to stop. I needn't say that, either. However...

As it stands, we cannot expect the authorities to handle this in our stead. Action must be taken, but... I know since the attacks started in the summer, a number of us have advocated drastic means towards combating them.

Such a thing would be nothing short of suicide for the whole lot of us. No matter how many mafia grunts are killed, even if you're able to lop the head off the snake, more will take their place. Attacks will be twisted against us, just as Albero now twists the media in Locke City to portray us as monsters, vigilantes, and things which people need to be protected against.

Do not give him and his allies even further ammunition, because that is all directed violence against them will cause. It will make it that much harder for us to attain any sort of legitimacy in the public eye, near impossible if dead bodies start turning up with our names and faces attached to them on the nightly news.

We can, however, still fight him. We have vast and powerful tools at our disposal that make us even more dangerous to him than simple brute force. We have people with powers good for more than just killing. We have this Network, which has been utilized against us by him, and... I say it is high time we took its usefulness back in that regard. The ability to communicate in this manner is invaluable, and something he cannot hope to replicate. If anything, I would be shocked if he was not afraid of it.

If we can root out evidence of his connections or crimes, any means of discrediting him in the public eye... then, and only then, can we truly overcome all he is setting against us, which goes beyond even the violence and the crimes against us.

Otherwise, all we continue to do is play into what he wants, and come out looking like the villains he claims us to be.

I will henceforth be putting whatever resources I can into this endeavor. If you wish to lend assistance, by all means - I am seeking your hands towards that end.
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[personal profile] ursoreckless
[ so he had been a little on the quiet side these past few weeks, but here is Shou, looking a bit grumpy and annoyed about something. from what could be seen of his surroundings, it looked a lot less like the usual rich surroundings of videos from before, but thanks to the way there's barely any light around him, it was really hard to tell. it takes him a moment to say anything but when he does, it's pretty much to the point. ]

So. If I try to go for the throat on anyone in the future, just smack me in the nose or something. Or drive me to the nearest bloodbank.
onecream_fivesugar: (Cheerios!)
[personal profile] onecream_fivesugar
[When the feed starts. The camera is focused on the ceiling. A second later Robyn pokes her head into the frame, her eyes wide with excitement. Oddly enough she looks a touch different compared to normal, her black hair now seems have some red highlights to it.]

Guys! This is so cool, you'll never guess what my dad echoed back last night!

[She'll adjust the webcam so there's a view of her living room floor where a behemoth of a dog is lazing around.]

Come on boy! Come say hi to everyone!

[The dog wont get up, he'll open his mouse and give the camera a doggy grin.]

Okay, never mind. Just stay there.

[She'll move over toward the dog and scratch behind his ears. He'll wag his tail which will thump against the floor with surprising force.]

So his name is Mouse and he belonged to my dads past self or whatever. Isn't he just the coolest?
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[personal profile] italktofish
I just want you all to know that the thing with THE GIGANTIC LOBSTERCRAB was NOT MY FAULT!

[Honestly! Really! Would this face lie to you?]


[So maybe everyone else had the right idea in getting him to leave it alone when he found it. Imagine that.]

And when it DID wake up, I COULDN'T TALK TO IT! I TRIED to see what it wanted and to see if I could get it to CALM DOWN, but I had ABSOLUTELY NO LUCK!

[He's pretty saddened by that, actually.]

I mean, I KIND OF got through, but all I got was that it was REALLY SCARED and it was like A BUNCH OF LITTLE VOICES going ON AND ON AND ON and I couldn't really make much SENSE of it all, except that maybe it just wanted to SURVIVE but it was like I was TALKING TO A WALL or maybe a REALLY DENSE SEA CUCUMBER THAT HAD BEEN OUT DRINKING ALL NIGHT ONLY NOT JUST ONE CUCUMBER BUT A BUNCH OF THEM!

[There's a sad sigh.]

And there was a LOT of other destruction, no doubt about that...EVERYONE was running scared at some with all THAT in mind, I thought I'd SHARE something with you all!

[He takes a deep breath.]


[And he starts making whale noises. Sad whale noises. These whale noises are very loud and full of SORROW...even if they're still just loud whale noises and the "sorrow" part of the equation is likely to be lost on most of the listeners.]
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[personal profile] no_love_potions
[The video feed comes up on Harry's office in his home. He's spent some time since discovering what the Number in his head is for looking over this network thing and it's probably about time to let the other people know.]

Okay, now the whole "Number" thing makes sense.

[He takes a breath, scrubbing a hand over the day or so of stubble growth on his face.]

Well, I did want to be in the loop but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Some of you already know me, but for everyone who doesn't, my name's Harry Lyre.

[Another breath.]

I'll just drop this bomb now, I'm with the press and I've been following this whole situation since March and I'm not a fan of the rep you guys have been getting lately. So... if anybody wants to get their story out, consider this an offer to help you do just that. Anonymous or otherwise.

So, now that that's out of the way. [He claps his hands together, leaning forward slightly.]

Who's Danny?

Later On, Private to Melissa's Number Courtesy of Robyn

You and I are going to need to have a talk soon.
oncedevil: (Get lost)
[personal profile] oncedevil
Who: Tony and Shou
What: Some de-stressing in the form of a shooting targets.
When: A bit after this talk.
Where: Some shooting alley somewhere? Or something?
Warnings: Use of guns, language, some heavy conversation?

In love with the dark side I'd found )
onecream_fivesugar: (Oh look over there)
[personal profile] onecream_fivesugar
[It's been well over a week since Robyn last made an appearance on the network. She had needed some time to recover and sort herself out after the ordeal she had been through, she wasn't anywhere near one hundred percent but she was at least ready to make an attempt to show up in front of her friends again.

She was incredibly nervous about doing this, she knew there were a fair number of people that thought it would be best to wait for the mafia to release her... But that wasn't exactly how things had worked out. She knew there had been a lot of arguing over the situation. She had only seen a little of it during the short time she had access to the network, but it was enough to make her nervous of how people might be reacting to the fact that her rescuers had probably made the mafia really angry. She certainly couldn't bring herself to be mad at them, they had saved her plain and simple.]

[So the feed opens up with Robyn staring at the screen, chewing on her lower lip nervously. After a moment she'll raise her hand and wave nervously. She certainly looks to be a lot better than when she was being held by Albero, but there are dark bags under her eyes. It's pretty obvious she hasn't been sleeping well lately.]

Uhmm... Hey! Uh-Long time, no see?

I just wanted everyone to know I'm here and uhm-I'm fine.

So... You all don't have to worry anymore.

I-uh... Haven't really been checking here over the last little while and I kind of, sorta lost my cellphone during the-

[She frowns and decides against talking about what had happened and moves on.]

-The thing... But I just got a new one a couple days ago, so getting a hold of me shouldn't be a problem.

[She stares at the screen for a moment, completely unsure of what to say next. She feels like this may not have been the best idea.]

Well-I'm gonna go now. I just wanted to say well... Thank you and I-I'm sorry for everything that happened.
[She let's out a deep breath and shuts down the feed for now. She'll give herself a few minutes before she starts responding.]

[OOC: Hey! I know there are people that mentioned wanting to visit Robyn after the plot. If anyone still wants to do that feel free to start something here or let me know and I can get things going.]
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (Don't you know I suffer?)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
[This is a really difficult post to make. L clears his throat.]

Some of you are already aware of an unfortunate occurrence at my coffee shop through Twitter. #Espressoyourself, #freaksoflocke, and #hipstergate are all particularly active at present.

[A pause, and then firm, deliberate continuation.]

I am taking a leave of absence for several more weeks because I love Espresso Yourself and its mission too much to do them further harm. Business, upstairs and downstairs, should continue as usual thanks to Torin, Belle Goldman, and the rest of the shop's excellent staff. In the spirit of recovery and to make the most of my time off, I've scheduled an operation, but if anyone has powers or expertise in healing, and believes they could deal with an old injury, I would prefer this route. So if it wouldn't sap, weaken or kill you... please talk to me before Sunday.

That's really all I wanted to say, so... thank you for your time.
guitar_case_vagabond: (Senketsu)
[personal profile] guitar_case_vagabond
[Okay, video feed from the number that typically belongs to Raye Satterfield. King of a weird angle being aimed straight up at the ceiling. Odd enough.

Oh, hey, there's her weird one-eyed sailor uniform popping into frame and looking at the feed. He waves one sleeve and then sets to work, setting up tiles from various word-based board games to spell out his message.]





[What do you do, network? WHAT DO YOU DO?]
dead_black_eyes: "The Last Word" (They will call it homicide)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
Who: Lazarus, Tony, OPEN to anyone (also feel free to use this as a mingle post and start new threads!)
Where: Espresso Yourself
When: September 9, Tuesday
What: L wants to keep his business running as usual, even if he, and at least one employee, are not.
Warnings: Swearing, breaking coffee mugs, an owner more likely than ever to bite off a hipster's head? To be updated if necessary.

I'm full in my heart and my head, and I want to go home )

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Sep. 9th, 2014 02:33 am
overlordkun: (Default)
[personal profile] overlordkun
[ Laharl "Harley" Shadie had his first echo long ago, around the time his parents split. The network never really seemed like anything more than some internet forum, perhaps some website nerds and other losers posted their feelings-- like some online diary. When his number popped into his head, he logged on, lurked... and quickly logged off. Too immature at the time (and lazy) to care, even now. Everything happening around Vegas didn't seem connected at the time nor does it seem that involving even now.

However, lately his brother has started getting echos... Though he'll never admit it, watching Mao try it only made Harley more interested-- he has to mimic his older brother. Do it better, get that well deserved attention! Much like his first assumption, Harley is going to assume the network is the perfect place to start uploading his "sweet" skateboarding tutorial videos. Not that this or anything like this is what the network's purpose is for but he'll learn... ]

youtube video cut )

[ Uploading something simular to this. ]

so yeah idk where I log in or if I logged in already but my youtube username is MeteroSMASH2003 you should sub and like.

better then all you losers talking about new channel crap, amirte?
scramasax: (8. Pre: We rise and march once m)
[personal profile] scramasax
Who: Anthonies Janvier and Sparado, Hajime Aikawa, Shou Chinen, possibly Richard Stroud, Xander Jarle, Nick Burkhardt, Soren Castor, Davin Carter, John Smith, Toushirou Hitsugaya, and anyone else who might've expressed interest in an expedition delving after dark into the mummy-infested catacombs beneath a local church.
Where: Below the altered St. John's Episcopal Church.
When: Evening of Saturday, September 6th.
What: Investigation and hopeful threat elimination.
Warnings: Violence and encouragement of good old "Lovecraft insanity".

[This log is going to be broken down for free-for-alling section-by-section:
- Area 1 - The Entrance
- Area 2 - The First Hall
- Areas 3 and 4 - The First Room and Stairwell
- Areas 5 and 6 - The Fountain Room
- Areas 7 and 8 - The Arcane Study
- Area 9 - The Shrine
- "Boss Fight"
- Return to the Church

To toss in another character or brush up on what to expect in the catacombs, including areas and monsters, please refer to this post - and, of course, toss in any questions if you've got them!]
theearth: (Default)
[personal profile] theearth
Who: The Robyn Rescue Squad, the Rescue-Squad-Stop-That-Right-Now Squad, potentially Robyn and the mafia
What: Albero has Robyn. Several reincarnates want to take her back by force.
When: September 02
Where: Robyn is located in another warehouse. Boy, the mafia love those things. Rescuers will very likely be intercepted en route by the anti-rescue team!
Warnings: Potential violence, hostage situations, unpleasantness in general. (If anyone wants further CWs added, shoot us a PM!)

Hoooo boy. )


Sep. 2nd, 2014 09:26 pm
ghostly_heiress: (It's a questionable move)
[personal profile] ghostly_heiress
[There's this girl again, with her far too young, but steady voice.]

Robyn is my friend. When the message first started, I wanted to run to save her.

Until Albero made the promise.

I'm not saying fear him. I'm not saying we take his deal to leave town. All I care about is Robyn right now, the rest will come later.

The one who has the best chance of getting Robyn out of there unscathed is Cure Phantom and anyone with his power set. However, it's also known that the mob knows the powers that would do it and if they have even an inkling of belief he will be sneaky, they likely have a back up plan for it.

But this is the thing: Albero is a business man. He's not just some psychopath off the street, he runs an organization, an effective organization. That requires intelligence and the ability to manipulate.

Robyn is meant to manipulate us, but it's to manipulate us to his advantage. If we rush in and get her killed, that is a hit to our morale. A 'look, you tried OH so hard, and what do you get? A dead girl.' I know that won't break some, but it will break others, and that means the numbers who would go against him are down.

If no one rushes in, Robyn will not be hurt. If he hurts Robyn once we listen to him, then he's the only one at fault. Anyone who cares about Robyn, to anyone who cares about innocents, to anyone who just hates people doing what he does, will be against him, and with a personal vendetta. He loses if he breaks his promise. All he has to gain in killing Robyn is one dead Numbered who doesn't even have the truly terrifying powers.

If Robyn is let go, then there is a chance people will believe him. People will leave without thinking this is some trap to weed us out, that they'll be safe if they're gone. He wants this because if even some take this deal, that still means numbers are down, and he's winning. There is also the possibility he could find out unknown Numbered because they'll sure to tend to her, so be careful when you do go visit Robyn.

In the game of manipulation, you need the other side to be confident to trust you to act a certain way. Which means keeping your word until you can pull off a decisive win. He can't right now, so he is telling the truth.

The best chance Robyn has to get out relatively okay is to wait. Not because of fear, but because it's what's best for HER, and because it puts us in the best position to deal with him AFTER she's safe.


Sep. 2nd, 2014 02:40 pm
siesinddasessen: (blockhead)
[personal profile] siesinddasessen
If anyone tries to free Robyn, you will have crossed me.

Albero has reason to keep his promise right now, and he doesn't like people that cross his path, you should have realized that by now. Useless interference might not only cause her harm but kill her and harm all of us. Let Albero think that we're considering it. It will buy all of us time.
onecream_fivesugar: (THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I WANT!)
[personal profile] onecream_fivesugar
[Robyn had just wanted to go spend some time with her aunt, they were going to get ice cream and have a grand old time. The last thing she expected or wanted to have was a group of mafia goons suddenly swarm her on the street and pull her into a black van that had just swerved up to the curb. The thugs had come, swept Robyn up and had disappeared just as fast as they come. She tried her best to fend them off but well... She was a sixteen year old girl with the power to summon rose petals randomly and run kind of fast. She wasn't prepared or capable or defending herself from something like this.

Over twenty four hours had passed since that happened. Of course, Robyn had no idea what time it was, she had completely lost track of time a few hours in. She hadn't even heard much from the thugs after they brought to god knows where. When they arrived they had sat her down in a chair, tied, gagged and blindfolded her only to back off and leave her without another or word or an explanation as to why they were doing this. She could hear them speaking in hushed tones, but none of them would answer her muffled cries.

So she did the only things she could: she squirmed and tried to break free to no avail, she screamed, she cried, she slept a little but not much. She was too terrified to do that for very long.

Eventually Someone did approach her. Told her that they'd let her go if she helped them deliver a message. ...Robyn agreed. They untied her hands, removed the gag and blindfold and shortly after they gave her a laptop. It didn't take her long after that to connect to the network.

[ As soon as he's sure that Robyn seems to have connected to the mystery numbers network, a man steps forward. Anyone who has ever Googled him should recognise him, since he's pretty distinctive-looking, but he's going to introduce himself for the benefit of people who haven't. What a lovely man. ]

Well, hello. Assuming my friend here is telling the truth and you can all see me - and she better be -

[ He places a hand on Robyn's head. It's an unmistakably threatening gesture. Robyn flinches at the touch, but she's not in a position to stop him. ]

- then I assume you all know who I am. Albero. Mr. Albero. And I have a proposal for your, ah... collective.

[ He grins, lowering his shades just enough to peer over the top of them. ]

Get out of my city. You're in the way. Pack your freak bags and get the hell out. You do that, and I won't come after you. The unpleasantness will stop. You stay here? Me and the family keep having our fun. And believe me, my unsavoury friends, we have been having a lot of fun with this. You're great entertainment! Bravo. But all good things must come to an end, huh?

[ He ruffles Robyn's hair, still grinning in an incredibly unpleasant manner. Fresh tears well up in her eyes. ]

To prove I can keep my promises, I'll be letting my new friend here go home by the end of the day. As long as nobody tries anything stupid, anyhow. Sounds good, right, princess?

[Robyn whimpers and looks away, her eyes fixed on the ground as tears stream down her cheeks.]

[ He crouches so that he's at Robyn's level, still smiling into the camera as he takes is hand from her head and instead grips her shoulder. Rather too hard, unfortunately - hopefully she doesn't bruise easily. ]

[Robyn bit her lip and shook her head frantically. She tried to stop herself from making a sound, but despite her efforts she let out a pained groan.]

I suggest you all consider my offer. [And to Robyn:] End it.

[Robyn's arms shook and she slowly raised trembling hands to the laptop again, her fingers fumbled on the keyboard but she didn't actually shut down her connection to the network. Albero stepped away from the computer to speak to a few of the men that had been holding Robyn over the last day, leaving her alone with the network open for now. Does anyone want to say hi?]

[OOC: Used red for Robyn bits!]
theearth: (Oh. Okay.)
[personal profile] theearth
Who: EVERYBODY. That means you. Especially you.
What: Ice bucket challenging. YEAH!
When: Anytime, really. Consider this a catch-all! Start your own threads - in-person, on the network, off the network... It's all good!
Where: Wherever buckets filled with ice water can be found.

Muffled Frozen soundtrack playing in the distance )


Sep. 1st, 2014 01:16 pm
arrowpoint: (➹ menel)
[personal profile] arrowpoint
[Well, somebody has a nice tan... well, maybe a bit of a burn too, but hey that's the price to pay for a nice vacation. ]

So I got this hat. Do you think it hides my ears okay, guys? I'm hoping it will last until I can start with winter hats.

[adjusts the hat on his head to demonstrate.]

Also I've been out of town for a bit, so I'm sort of out of the loop... what I miss?

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