radiantchicken: (expressions you can get)
[personal profile] radiantchicken
Who: Torin and you!
What: Torin's getting his affairs in order before things get crazier. He's going to get the parrots he grew up with out of the zoo and settle them inside his giant robot dinosaur. Such a normal day.
Where: Locke City; namely the zoo, Espresso Yourself, and inside the shiny new Spirit Base that is now inside Bragigas.
When: After the moon turns into a giant snake.

At the Zoo )

At the Spirit Base )

Outside Espresso Yourself )

Tokyo Log

Apr. 12th, 2015 09:27 pm
theearth: (Default)
[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!))
radiantchicken: (expressions you can get)
[personal profile] radiantchicken
Who: Torin, Areonwen, and you!
What: The reunion of two old friends in a coffee shop, only one is a bird-dinosaur-man-thing and the other is a horse. Perfectly normal. Not like anyone might want to react to such weirdness or anything.
When: Shortly after Areonwen's return post.
Where: Espresso Yourself because they haven't dealt with enough weirdness yet there
So a horse and a birdman walk into a coffee shop... )
wingsister: (horse: headshot)
[personal profile] wingsister
[The image on the screen ripples, almost as if whoever is using it is interfacing with the Network via a reflection in water. A white (grey?) horse is looking down and although she doesn't open her mouth, one can still hear the voice of a middle-aged woman. Specifically, a bossy, maiden auntly sort of woman.]

:Attention: my rider is missing. He's a young human who answers to the name of Shou and unfortunately, I was back to being a normal horse when last I saw him, so if he told me where he was going, I wasn't able to understand him.:

[The horse sighs.]

:This is awkward to admit, but I seem to have spent what felt like a long time not being able to think properly or communicate. If anyone could fill me in as to what I have missed, I would be very much obliged.:
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (The world's filled with filth and lies)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
Regrettably, I'm late to this mess, but where my own double is concerned, it's my hope that I can be of some assistance regarding notable differences in manner and bearing we possess.

I have not personally met or viewed him, but it's my understanding that he dresses like a tourist, eats a lot of bacon, and hangs around Neuschwanstein propositioning passerby indiscriminately.

I really hope I don't need to explain why this makes him, obviously, very unlike me. If there's still some confusion for any reason, he's probably not been recently bashed in the head, so use evidence of that to check for the genuine article.

I am the real Lazarus Lawliet. Not every double is as cartoonishly opposite to the original as mine, so I've taken measures to protect myself for the time being. If you need to meet with me, we can probably work out a way for you to prove that you're not going to try to murder me. If that is your intention, stay the hell away.
radiantchicken: (from what is)
[personal profile] radiantchicken
I'm bored.

[Torin's doppelganger looks it; he's lazily lounging around somewhere that looks to be the castle, and he's holding a sword. Every so often, he'll sharpen it or examine the blade.]

So here's what I'm gonna do.

[He leans forward conspiratorially, still holding that sword. There's a dangerous gleam in his eyes.]

Everyone's got someone who annoys 'em, right? Really gets under their skin. You'd be better off without 'em. That's where I come in. You point me at the target of your annoyance, and I take care of 'em for you. Fast or slow, your call. I don't want anything in return--just something to test these swords with. This stinkin' castle is full of 'em. And if I don't get any names, I'll just have to go find some targets on my own.

[His grip on the sword shifts as he tenses.]

Count on it. Or I'm not the Demon Sword Priest.

[With that, Torin's doppelganger suddenly slashes the sword at the piece of paper he'd been using to access the network, thus ending the feed.]

Cut for Action )
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (So what's it going to take?)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
Guten Tag, beautiful people. Greetings from Füssen.

[The man looking into the camera is clearly Lazarus, also known to many as L, but even a cursory glance says that something is strange and pretty wrong. First of all, he's wearing a Hawaiian-print button-up shirt, cinched at the hips with a fanny pack, and he has a camera strung around his neck. He looks like he's going for the "stereotypical American tourist" look. Furthermore, he's eating bacon, and it looks like it's an ecstatic experience for him on several levels. The way his mouth tears at at it, the occasional moan, and the way he licks and sucks his fingers clean, desperate to get the very last traces of grease... it's almost obscene, and definitely not Kosher.

When he speaks, he also makes liberal use of the vocal fry phenomenon, which is definitely a departure from his typical monotone.]

Everyone's working way too hard lately. Come to the castle and get lost with me for a little while? Well... "lost", if you know what I mean, but I'm guiding a discounted tour here in a little while. I'm really anxious to see the Mad King's bedroom, can you imagine what he got up to in there? I'm sure there are stories, and stories, and that they're not even close to being finished.

[If you're skipping contacting him through the network and have sought him out in person, he's just as happy to see you... if you're over 18. If not, prepare for some condescension.]
espigeonage: (☍Hoping you will be the man)
[personal profile] espigeonage
Who: Julien and OPEN
What: Morose giant bird lets himself be approached.
Where: Various non-crowded places in Locke, Vegas, and Neuschwainstein; in the air, in parks, in large yards. Your character may have gotten in contact with him and arranged to meet, or just encountered him.
When: Vague points in the last few days of January.

In a world on its way to getting better? )
icy_heavens: (Captain of the Tenth)
[personal profile] icy_heavens
[What's up, Numbered? Have a little news from Lapland. As those who are investigating the child disappearances should be aware of, Toushirou and Dani wound up going missing. Well, here they are. Safe and sound . . . okay well. They're not hurt, anyway. And they have some information.]

Okay, first of all, we're fine; we got caught on purpose to find the kids.

[Toushirou, predictably, doesn't sound very apologetic. But when Dani speaks up? Yeah she kind of does.]

We also knew no one would let us but...

It was the quickest way to find them and it's done. We don't need any grief over it.

Yeah. We found the kids and other things. The kids say that this place is Mt Korvatunturi. Look it up or ask the other people.

There's also a giant block of ice they're trying really hard to melt, but I can take care of that. We can hold things until you get here.

[Dani nods firmly.] Don't worry, we have this covered! Don't worry about it too much until you get here.

[Aren't the children reassuring, folks?]
radiantchicken: (only so many)
[personal profile] radiantchicken
[The video feed opens to show Torin standing in front of some large piece of machinery. It's too big to fit entirely in the frame, and what is visible looks like something bus-sized supported by huge legs.]

Ah...I hate to bother you all on the holiday, but I am in need of assistance.

[A large metal brachiosaur head stretches down in between Torin and whatever he's using for a camera. The dinosaur roars. Torin is now in possession of a large robot dinosaur, and he can't hide it in the garage forever.]

This is Bragigas. He's my Voltasaur partner. He's already fairly large now, and I know he will only get larger. He does not wish to hurt anyone, but I fear the military will not see it that way. I'm not sure what I should do with him, but I know it needs to be done quickly, before we draw too much attention to ourselves.


Dec. 17th, 2014 07:09 pm
radiantchicken: (expressions you can get)
[personal profile] radiantchicken
[The video feed opens, and there's Torin with a large blue and yellow parrot perched on his shoulder. The parrot's busily preening the side of Torin's head, and Torin doesn't seem to mind.]

I believe it might be a bit redundant at this point to warn you all to be careful in these dangerous days. It's a pity, what with the holiday season. It's my understanding that this time of year is very important, idealized times...at least, that's what all the movies I'm seeing on TV lately are saying. At any rate, I do like the sentiment--and the bright lights that accompany it.

In the interest of doing something productive with my free time, and, perhaps, that sentimental aspect of the season, I've started taking in abandoned parrots who need good homes. I'd like to ask that anyone who learns of such a parrot to inform me, and I will do my best to ensure that they're taken care of.

The three I have already will be coming along with me to roost at Espresso Yourself while I'm working. They should liven up the place a bit. Especially Pedro.

[As if on cue, somewhere off-camera, a parrot starts shrieking "REDRUM! REDRUM!" Torin sighs and reaches off-camera, and when his hand's back in the shot, there's a grey parrot perched on it.]

Pedro's old owner was a fan of horror movies, apparently. I've been trying to expose him to other things, but it seems The Shining is still his favorite.

[At the sound of the movie title, Pedro starts squawking at Torin, and he doesn't show any sign of quieting down, until Torin starts squawking right back at him. Torin chuckles once the bird settles down.]

They're well-mannered enough if you know how to handle them. It's a shame they were abandoned, but they're in good hands now.
detectivetroll: (stabbity stabbity)
[personal profile] detectivetroll
Who: Everyone joining the mafia attack
What: Attack on the mafia meeting
When: Monday night, December 8th
Where: mafia building

An hour before the meeting, everyone who wants to make a stand against the mafia - violent and potentially ill advised though it might be - gathers in a nearby location to make final plans. Nick’s original idea of Xander moving a small number of people through shadows into the meeting to take out Albero is still technically in effect, but only for those who are planning on gunning straight for the mafia boss himself. Or those who want to help take him out specifically, even if not to deliver the final blow themselves.

Thorir’s provided weapons from his shop, for any network members who know how to use them. L’d agreed to handle the coordination of getting everyone in the building to take out as many of the mafia members as they could, and to hopefully confine the chaos inside.

Because once they’re in and fighting, it’s… probably going to be at least a little chaos.

But hopefully, by the end of the night, it’ll at least be done.

[OOC: Linking one more time to the plotting post in case anyone needs it as the log goes on! I’ll post up a thread for those gunning for Albero so the mods can NPC him as needed, otherwise feel free to start your own threads to battle mafia goons!]


Dec. 2nd, 2014 12:10 am
espigeonage: (🏃our heads in the air)
[personal profile] espigeonage
Network, suil.

[Julien sounds tired. The camera shows two smallish gray animals in a large dog crate. They have combined traits of cygnets and puppies but are clearly neither. One is basically doglike, though it has four webbed feet, barely any tail, and its teeth, showing as it gnaws jerky, are black beakstuff. The other creature resembles some kind of griffin, though it's downy and baby-looking now. Both are clearly wary, both are thin and have dirty fur and feathers.]

I managed to trap these two things. Their parents are dead, and they pretty obviously won't make it out on their own, but I think they should tame. They got relaxed enough around me to catch, anyway. But, I don't really want to keep them. Anyone interested? I think I have something lined up if not.

[He swings the camera around to face himself and smiles.]

Careful. I'm pretty sure the first time you get anywhere near something like this, it gets you a pulse.
gobybessie: (→55)
[personal profile] gobybessie
[ It's a rather posh set up, like this was some professional solemn news broadcast or something. Though, to be fair, John does think it's very important. He's seated at his desk, arms folded in front of him, and a furrow to his brow. ]

There is a matter I wish to discuss with you.

People have been losing their jobs, been suspended from schools, and hunted down simply for being numbered. It's more than enough that in any other case you could bring it to court but, likely, the law is not entirely sure what to make of us. In the fine print, I suppose we aren't exactly covered.

[ But if you ask him, that's honestly absurd, and that's clear in his tone.

He takes a break to grab a cup of tea and take a sip. There's a shift in his eyes, into something exhausted. He's tired. There's a lot going on and he's not entirely sure what to do. ]

We tend to take the law into our own hands, but I think perhaps it's worth actually trying to work with it. If anyone else would like to try, I would be glad to have some help.

Any inputs or thoughts are welcome. I'd love to hear them.

[ And he cuts the feed. ]
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.


Nov. 16th, 2014 10:44 pm
cestlavino: (yum)
[personal profile] cestlavino
So I decided that amnesia sucks and I'm done with it.

[Well, that's... one way to announce being back.]

It's no fun at all. It seems neat and all in stories, but at least in stories you don't forget only the exciting stuff.

So you know what, I'm just not doing that anymore. I don't know how anyone else puts up with it. No more amnesia for me. It was so boring, I'm pretty sure I willed it to stop.

[Claire, that's not how that works... He actually sounds like he believes it, too.]

Anyway, looks like I've missed a lot 'round here! Gonna need to catch up again. But hey, I got plenty of free time.
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.]
radiantchicken: (only so many)
[personal profile] radiantchicken
Who:Torin and anyone who should come across him.
What: Torin discovers that he, too, has a birthday.
Where: Espresso Yourself.
When: A slow news day. Late morning, November 4.
Warnings: Baby parrots. Torin being awkward.
Is there anything more embarrassing than having your baby pictures broadcast on TV? )
wastingtime: (from a council of one)
[personal profile] wastingtime
[the number here may or may not be familiar to some, but its pen taps the paper for some time, as if trying to decide how to start. finally;]

How best do you convince the taximan (and whatever police he threatens to summon) that you did not, in fact, pack a greatsword with your luggage and the fact that there is one in there now is completely out of your hands?

And for that matter, am I allowed to keep said greatsword if I insist it was some sort of prank? It was my luggage, and if something saw fit to give it back to me I believe I should very well keep the damn thing. (Especially after it ruined my best shirts.)

Lyall, I hope you'll read this before you reach our meeting place. I believe I may be delayed for some time.

To the rest of you- if we've already met, I do apologize for these months of forgetfulness but I consider this headache my due punishment. If we haven't - my name is Elian, and I will be pleased to meet you once I am done convincing this poor man I'm as much a victim in this little debacle as he.
radiantchicken: (a rubber bird suit)
[personal profile] radiantchicken
Who: Torin and Tony
Where: Espresso Yourself
When: Monday, October 27
What: Torin handles customer complaints in an unorthodox fashion.
Warnings: Stupid customer tricks and infatuated, make-out-prone hipsters.

Make love, not bad Yelp reviews. )
dead_black_eyes: "Closer" (Help me get away from myself)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
[Notably, it's the first time L's put his face on the Network. It's composed and deliberate; he looks into the camera with a cold gaze that never falters or glances aside even for a moment as he speaks. His voice is similarly frigid, tone flat and emotionless.]

I'm sure many of you know this already, but Anthony Janvier was gunned down on Friday. He was at work, and it was a barbaric act of mob violence scarcely befitting such a gentle soul. He was brave and kind to his last moment, and I don't think I only speak for myself when I say I have lost a friend.

[He hasn't blinked yet; that stare could burn holes in liars and killers. It's a dare, a challenge to acknowledge futility and look away first.]

I'm not sentimental, or Catholic. Anthony was both. His funeral is tomorrow morning, because that's what people do: we mourn, we remember, and we mend. I understand that there are some who intend to picket the funeral; if you're afraid, don't bother coming, but if you're not... it's Friday, 10 AM at the Sacred Heart Cathedral.

[[OOC: The funeral is up! Please feel free to use it as a mingle post and start your own prompts.]]
gogoghostpowers: (Fenton: time to FREAK THE FUCK OUT)
[personal profile] gogoghostpowers
[Danny's number is hastily scrawled across some paper--even just from seeing it you can tell how thin and crappy it is. More importantly, though, it has the following printed on it.]

[To the side, the handwriting is messy and frantic.]

quick, somebody tell me the answer to this question I only have 2 minutes left for it and I have no idea what any of these mean!


Oct. 9th, 2014 05:55 pm
radiantchicken: (from what is)
[personal profile] radiantchicken
In light of recent events, I think it might be wise for me to test a few items I've obtained over the past few months. Initially, I'd resisted using them until I absolutely had to because they had a limited charge, but now it would seem that I have the charger. I'll be able to reuse them.

[Torin strokes his moustache thoughtfully before continuing.]

Would anyone care to join me in testing a few things? I am not quite sure where would be best to set up--a firing range would be ideal, but possibly a bit too open for our purposes. I don't think this should involve anything too flashy, but...

[He produces his GigaGaburevolver to show off some of what he'll be testing.]

It would still be best if this were tested outdoors.
waltharius: (pic#7427981)
[personal profile] waltharius
[ Have a view of Walter's impeccably clean bedroom, network. Except today, it has a little addition. Several, actually -- the room is infested with what appears to be dozens of lizards. They're on the walls. They're on the furniture. One is even on Walter, who is looking bug-eyed and frantic. He gestures wildly at the mess, as if there's anyone who could have possibly missed this blizzard of lizards. ]

charcoalfeather: (But why?)
[personal profile] charcoalfeather
[What shows up on the network seems to be a mass of scribbles on a sheet of paper. It seems, by all counts, to be a letter of some sort.

There's a single word in the middle of the paper, circled several times:


[From there, it branches off into several lines, each line leading to another circle, and maybe another circle after that. Each one has a question or observation scribbled in them.]

Is it Latin? not Latin
Is this some kind of angel that can't fly?
why did we have wings and others didn't?
any angel powers? can't fly. Probably maybe no powers
am I an angel at all?
what am I

[Rakka has had some time to think about all this, it seems. And, directly below this mess, Rakka wrote in something to address the Network.]

Why does being a Numbered have to be so confusing?
umbrael: (Lizard King • Claws)
[personal profile] umbrael
Who: [personal profile] umbrael feat. [personal profile] detectivetroll on transport, [personal profile] radiantchicken as translator, and special guest [personal profile] gogoghostpowers. The ride there is closed but hanging out in outskirts afterwards is OPEN! seriously if you missed this post you can either backtag or handwave an invite from someone, or just kind of mumble into your hand when people ask how you got there.
Where: Starting in a Locke suburb, moving through various streets, and stopping somewhere in the rural area still within Locke's Echo boundary.
When: Evening/night of Thursday, August 21st
Warnings: bad language, violence against Vermedi.
Part 1 - LOCKED to [personal profile] umbrael, [personal profile] detectivetroll, [personal profile] radiantchicken, [personal profile] gogoghostpowers - An attempt is made to move a large dinosaur out of town. In a shocking turn of events, they're noticed. Shenanigans ensue as Vermedi pursue.

Part 2 OPEN - hanging out in the outskirts.

Think of it like a bush party or a camping trip or something, just casual socializing/gawking at a big dinosaur and his parrot buddy unless someone gets bored and wants Vermedi up here too, idk out in the grassier, quieter area outside of town. There might even be something like a firepit, just, uh keep it safe, guys.
nowi_wins: (Flight of dragons sail past reality)
[personal profile] nowi_wins
So.... I was just wondering....

[After this incident, Nora figures her best bet is to reach out to her fellow numbered. Maybe someone can shed a little light on what she should do. Better be subtle though.]

Does anybody know anything about, like, dragons maybe?

[Very subtle.

A couple of months ago, this would have been the coolest thing ever. But now? With the numbered being target by the mafia and cultists and monsters, a big showy echo like this seems... dangerous.]


Aug. 17th, 2014 05:34 pm
swissarmyjesus: (i...may or may not have considered it...)
[personal profile] swissarmyjesus
Alright, so I figure I might as well spill the beans. Why else would I even have the beans in the first place, right? [He tries a cocky grin, but it doesn't look very cocky, and it doesn't stick for very long before it falls back to a slightly nervous expression.]

I'm pretty low down in the Keys, so I don't get to find out much, but this must be big enough that it got all the way down the chain. I've started hearing stuff about Vincent Albero planning to take us on himself. Like, the head honcho himself. I don't know what he's planning or how he's gonna do it, but I can try and find out.

For now, until I dig up any better dirt on this, this is your first warning.


Aug. 17th, 2014 08:50 pm
hustru: (Ah?)
[personal profile] hustru
[The young woman in the feed, though dressed neatly, looks a bit disshelved, like someone who has been running around for a while - and also absolutely furious (she's not, she's worried, but that's what her face and body language like to do to most of her emotional states. Make her look angry and like she wants to kill someone).]

Has someone seen Floweregg?

White, fluffy puppy. Looks about three months. Missing since this morning. [Her English is suffering a bit from her mental state, the words coming out much flatter and graver than they would normally.

...what else?]
Can talk. [That is probably important.]

[ooc: Floweregg is in Las Vegas, but people might have seen her around Locke in the morning until roughly 10:30, or in the Espresso Yourself shortly after - or as she left the pool in Las Vegas and headed out of the hotel afterwards around 11. Someone used the teleporter to go see a friend. There is a thread for logging with her while she is in Vegas here!]
dead_black_eyes: "I Can't Decide" (It's cold and hard and petrified)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
[[OOC: This post contains torture and gore.]]

[Those who know L's number will recognize it, scrawled in blood. They will also see a location nearer the outskirts of Locke City written after it, as well as a short but desperate message.]


[OOC: Since L has no means and is in no shape to answer network responses, Belle Goldman will be doing the honors at a later point.]
dead_black_eyes: "Ange et Demon" (Et en m'ôtant la vie)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
[It's been a very interesting few days at Espresso Yourself. Project Jump is in the basement, many people have been in and out due to its presence, and today, they are desperately understaffed.

Used to a punishing routine, L wouldn't say anything about this under ordinary circumstances. Unfortunately, today of all days is a terrible time to be understaffed, because the coffee shop is not L's only pressing obligation. His voice on the network is terse and impatient.]

Tony is missing his shift. I've called him eighteen times and have yet to receive an answer. I'm sure his excuse is compelling, so if someone knows it, absolutely forward it to his employer.

[For anyone at the shop unlucky enough to encounter the overwhelmed owner around this time, whether they're on either side of the counter or there about Thundercorp's stolen machine, they'll notice that despite the crackling energy of his negative mood, he's looking uncharacteristically... nice. A new suit has been tailored to fit his thin frame precisely, his shoes are shined, and he looks unusually well-groomed. He glances at the clock frequently, because you'd better believe he has somewhere else to be.]
umbrael: (Lizard King • Eye)
[personal profile] umbrael
hey kids, you like dinosaurs right?

well for those of you out there who don't have cameras to dodge or shady companies to watch or alleys to get beat up in or w/e you do w/ your time or if you've on a break from that then i have some fun dinosaur themed puzzles for you!

first is a riddle or long word puzzle w/e ok

say you have a several ton dinosaur hiding in a garage. he makes the raptors in jurassic park look like babies. now, hes pretty cramped in there and it smells bad and maybe it's rubbing off on him, who can say, but most important he's getting serious cabin fever and would like to stretch his legs.

how do you move this dinosaur without causing alarm or getting too much attention?

also this dinosaur may/may not have been involved in a few 1000s in car damages

ok riddle two

why would an ancient dinosaur have a silver earring? magic may or may not be involved i guess

riddle three
is there a better way for something w/out hands to write on a laptop other than a stick in the mouth
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[personal profile] scramasax
[All the usual. Usual poor lighting. Usual wall and ceiling colors. Usual voice out of no-longer-in-tact vocal chords.

Anthony himself, however, is entirely out of sight. On his own end, he's leaning forward to rest and focus.

He is very husky. Yet high. And hesitant. But steady. He's - perhaps not practiced, but mulled over what he's going to say, at least.


-- It's Anthony Janvier. They're --

...We're talking. About -- what we have to do. Since - they're... talk - talking about us. More and more.

A - a while ago I asked if -- we should, um. Collect -- information about -- "mutants". On the network. A couple of times, to help - anyone else who's - going through extreme changes.

May -- perhaps if - we start. Uhmm. Discussing it now, we could - release, um. Some of the information to -- um, outside the network. So people will know what - to expect from us, don't expect anything that -- isn't true. So it'll be safer for them, and -- for us, to... start -- showing ourselves.

If, um. If everyone who's - not human could respond - describe ev - everything they know about what they are -- that-that-that they're comfortable with sharing, it -- would be... It could be helpful.

For -- for everyone. Not just me. You can -- discuss things amongst yourselves. Uh -- please don't - use text; I -- would rather be able to know what's going on.

[By all means use text if 'tisn't meant for him to hear.]

If you -- have to talk anymore -- to anyone, maybe they -- maybe we could - leave our Numbers. If that's all right. Or -- just keep talking here -- later I'll...

[He really can't say he will do anything. Or will be able to do anything, can't make any promises, and so he unceremoniously cuts it there to proceed.]

[Private to Alex K.]

[It doesn't so much as go through. He doesn't stop to bother with the idea of confirming, as it isn't as if it's doing any harm if it isn't. Muttering.]

Alex -- it's uhm. A-Anthony; I -- sent a message to the network. -- Need your help with it too, uhmm -- 'ss -- been a month, just - please say something. If you get this. Here or on the network, umm...

[And "cut".]

((OOC: In other words? A "tell me about your species"/"mutant type" sharing post! Anthony will be responding, but consider this a free-for-all post - if anyone says anything your character can tag, take it and/or threadjack at will.))
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (Your famous blue raincoat was torn)
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First... it's only right to offer my sincerest thanks to everyone who helped, following the attack on Espresso Yourself. We couldn't have done it without your generous assistance, and the speed we reopened with was a direct result of your efforts and sacrifice. Even if mob occurrences seem to be escalating for others, in frequency and severity... I can say, at least for now, that the coffee shop is doing well.

[A pause. This update is not the sole reason he's making this post.]

If you've... ever gotten a pulse, and it's something bad... something you lose sleep over, that goes against everything you thought you knew and understood about your other... how do you begin to repair the ensuing cognitive dissonance? Especially if your other hurt people... and you know it wasn't self-defense, and they were obscenely good at it...

I apologize for rambling. Let me attempt to streamline my questions.

Faced with new evidence concerning the person you're receiving pulses from, does it change your belief that you can be a better man or woman?

If you could talk to that person and ask them why they acted a certain way, would you embrace that chance, or be afraid of what they might say?
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Action, locked to Toushirou and later Robyn )

[Video - Open]

[The video feed opens on a scaly blue, red, and white birdman. The birdman is naked, though, mercifully, the video only shows him above the waist. He gives the camera a little wave.]

Ah, hello. This is Torin. I appear to have changed.

[His baritone voice sounds much the same as ever and matches his body much better now than it ever did when he was a ten-inch-tall parrot, though there is a note of confusion in it.]

I would like to take this moment to warn you all of the dangers that the mafia poses to us all--they specifically targeted me as a Numbered even though I was much smaller than they were. They believed I posed little threat to them, yet they attacked me anyway. I proved to be a bit of a surprise for them.

[That is a definite grin in the birdman's voice.]

I would hope that a parrot using a sword taught them a lesson, but I fear they won't be smart enough to learn. Be cautious.

[The birdman goes to end the feed, but then looks down at himself.]

Ah! And one more thing!

[There is a pause as he tries to work out exactly what it is he wishes to say.]

I would like to request assistance with clothes. I echoed back a set of them some time ago, and I suppose I should wear them now. I just...do not know how, exactly, to put them on.
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[This is perhaps an unaccustomed look on Winter's face - stern, bordering on angry, and the tight control she's holding as she speaks suggests it's the latter. She's not at home for this message, either, but wherever she is, it looks like she's about to hit something.]

I'm beginning... to get really tired of everything that's happened in the media. I can't watch the news anymore without someone wondering how dangerous we are, or if the world is safe from us, or who will snap next. I've heard my own name at least once. It's unsettling... and it's dishonest. And all of us know it's n-not the whole story. Everything that's happened has been for a reason, outside of a few things we... couldn't really control. Every disaster, every attack, every incident, they've all had causes. But the world wants to blame us.

[Her eyes flash.] I am tired of it. I refuse to s-stand here and be bullied into silence any longer. Even if there aren't many things I can do alone, I'll do them. I don't want to let something like this get me down. So, to start with... [Winter holds up a sheet of stationary, and a pen.] I'm going to write a letter to the newspaper. At the least, I'm hoping to get published as a letter to the editor, but... with as p-popular as we are, I suspect it'll actually make the news. But we can't stop there. People will tear that letter apart, read what they want to out of it, and then they'll go back to how things are.

What I want to do... is start a public relations team. Something that can keep an eye on what people are saying, what we're doing, and can react to those things. We can tell people what was really happening whenever something comes up, so they understand we're not just going off and destroying things because we feel like it. We can counter sensationalism with how things really are. I don't think that... people understand that we're h-human under everything. We have to make them see it. And if that's something we can do to make our lives easier, to help people understand we don't want to make trouble... aren't we obligated to do it?

So I'm going to start on this in a little bit. I have something else in mind, though, for today... [She holds up something else: a bucket, and a sponge.] I'm sure everyone has noticed the graffiti around the city. It bothers me to see it, and I want to try and clean some of it up. The goodwill that we're out cleaning up things that are only tangentially our fault won't hurt, either. I can only do so much, but... I have extra sponges. If anyone would li-like to help me, I would appreciate it. I'll be heading downtown in about an hour. If you're coming, please wear something that can get wet; I'm planning to be careful, but between accidents and the people I know on the network, the odds... are good that you won't stay dry. If anyone has thoughts on the PR idea, I'd like to hear those, too. Um... that's all. Thank you.

True to her word, Winter's downtown in a hour's time, with a bucket of water, a little soap, several more empty buckets, and about a dozen large sponges. Right now she's scrubbing from a brick building, a large angry complaint fading with her effort. She's dressed much more casually than usual; a loose blue T-shirt, shorts, and sandals, her hair in a single tail behind her to keep it out of her way. If someone comes by to look on, she acknowledges them but returns to work; if someone comes closer, or if someone she knows comes by, she'll pause and smile. "Good afternoon. Are you here to help? Or... just to talk?"