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[espigeonage]

"The Apostle of the Violet Rose". That sounds like the dashing, masked hero in some shoujo manga. I like it, but can't imagine being called that and not saying anything. Or seeing a man with wings claiming I can do things and not giving it a second thought. And yet! That, and a mysterious feather... It feels like more than a dream. Can't help wondering what it means.

We should have a word for these things. So it's not so vague. Lagniappe? Deja entendu? Something less pretentious? lol!

Getting the feeling that I could've gone into med school. Be useful for once. But I didn't think I was the type... Aaaah, well, too late now. ^_^;

Text | Computer IMAGE HEAVY I'M SORRY??

[deathcough]

Idek wtf is going on or what these numbers are, but this is kind of weird. Cool, but weird. I can access this thing from pretty much anything? Sure, why not. But I have no idea what I'm supposed to use this for.

So here's some cats even though I missed Caturday.

( THIS IS NOT AN IC CUT )

Cats are cool. But now I'm bored.

Hajime are you there somewhere did we have homework, I forgot. Lemme see what you did if so.

Open Action ;; Voice [Phone]

[searchforpeace]

OPEN ACTION;;
After priding herself on being such a good, punctual student, what's the first thing Audrey manages to do? Run late for class, that's what. She was fairly bouncing on the tips of her toes waiting for the train to reach the right station, then dashing out the doors as they opened along with everyone else.

If one runs into the young woman today, it will definitely be somewhere on campus. Her schedule is a little packed. Her first class is in classical violin work, though the other few are all basic freshman introductory courses. She will be making it a point to not only have lunch at something of an appropriate lunch time but to also stop by the library later in the evening. One can find her in the library mingling chiefly in the fiction sections and musical sections but eventually she'll drift to more religious and philosophical topics.

AUDIO;;
[Evidently this little leak onto the network was intended to be a voice message left for someone else, at least at first. This is what happens when you get a voicemail and forget to save the other number to your phone before you try to reply.]

Don't worry so much about me, I promise I'm fine. It wasn't that much of a fall, you know. I'm only going out for class today so I shouldn't be out too late. Try not to take those news reports so seriously, unc--

[A pause. It seems the speaker has realized their mistake with a low sigh.]

I suppose that's what happens when you have a number stuck in your mind.

oo1 x (text)

[angelskills]

Hello...? Um, hello!

Is anybody there? I'm not really sure what this is but it just popped up on my phone. Am I supposed to be here? I'm really sorry if I'm intruding somewhere I'm not supposed to. It just kind of happened... I hope it's all right.

Oh! My name is Colette. It's nice to meet you, whoever you are! How are you doing today?

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[seabeast]

[ action ]

The other animals had driven Queenie out of the stand of trees she had been hiding in for the last few months. They had been normal enough for the earlier part of the year, but the little black bugs had changed all that; sure, on their own, even Queenie could give them what for, but the infected birds and beasts by the ton had cost her sleepless night after sleepless night, until even her stubborn pride could see that this was a lost cause. She had retreated after a couple of days.

For the next few days, she had been stumbling through hairless walker territory, where at least the packs were easier to spot. Staying mostly out of sight, making sure all the little insects she ran across died a toothy, fanged death (it hurt, and she probably has scald marks in her mouth from the process, but it was necessary), she made her way to a group of buildings that seemed mostly abandoned, taking shelter in the driest, sturdiest waterspouts she could fit in. She was getting hungry and very, very tired.

But a week ago, she hadn't awakened to the sound of crows desperately trying to ram their way into the water spout. A few more hours of investigation had revealed that half of the animals she had shared the Dead Zone with were outright dead; nests abandoned, holes filled with bodies. Not a pretty sight.

Today is the eighth day of blessed peace; right now, she's sitting as pretty as a very bedraggled princess in a space between a rain gutter and a roof, where she'd found yet another abandoned bird's nest. She's making a meal of some birds' eggs and watching the abandoned roads, considering going back to her forest. There's something in this group of buildings that's making her nervous... As easy as food was to come by around here, she didn't want to stick around while that feeling made her fur stand on end.

[[ ooc: lyall will be coming by to pick her up, but if your character has been in the dead zone at all for the last week and a half, feel free to assume that they've seen her wandering around, especially since the vermini disappearance. ]]

[text]

[unfearing]

Hello, everyone!

Please correct me if I'm wrong, but I've been doing a bit of reading on your archives (which I apologize if are intended to be private in any way) and it seems to me that we're all in the same predicament.

I've also taken the liberty of filling myself in on the Paul Ben incident. I can understand that tension must be high at the moment in the wake of that. This has raised a few questions for me personally.

First and foremost, how secure do we believe this network to be? There have been no direct consequences so far that I can tell, but it's possible that this is a false sense of security we are being led into. At the same time, I do not feel that being too paranoid will serve us well in the long run.

Furthermore, I have seen a great deal of note-trading between members of this forum, but I didn't notice any attempt thus far at a centralized database. I do strongly believe that it will be beneficial for all of us to have a cohesive compilation of everything we individually know so that we might cross-reference it and begin to search for patterns and clues.

Unfortunately this draws me back to my previous concern. Because we do not know how secure this network is or who we can even trust, consolidating our knowledge poses a considerable risk. That said, I believe the risks are well worth what we could learn, provided we entrust this project in the right hands.

This must be very confusing for everyone involved, but it's more important now than ever that we help one another.

If you have any questions to ask of me at all, please do not hesitate. Thank you all for your time, and I look forward to hearing from you!

oo1 • video | phone

[abidan]

... I think I need a hammer.

[ Emery's expression is bright, a little wild-eyed, and that's definitely more a question than it is a statement. He disappears out of the shot for a moment, during which the creak of warping plastic can be heard, before popping back seconds later with his lips pressed together in contrition.

There's a pause. ]

Or maybe a saw?

[ Because this is what you get, Emery, when you cut corners on electrics. This is also what you get when you set up your microwave by the stove. The Welsh lilt to his inflection is hardens and quickens when he's twitchy—it's usually unnoticable, what with having spent his teenage years living in London, but right now?

Well. He may as well be back in Aberystwyth. ]

If anyone has one—or both, actually—and you wouldn't mind letting me borrow them, that'd be great. Really great.

[ A guilty smile touches his mouth. ]

Thanks in advance!

壱 - t....ext....??

[scarlet_ink]

*It seems like there ought to be text in this message, but there isn't. Actually, the first thing that appears is a slightly curved pencil line.

This is fairly quickly accompanied by another, then another after that. It seems that whoever's on the other end isn't actually writing anything right now; they're drawing, perhaps in a sketchbook or the like. The quick, sharp pencil strokes gradually start to resolve themselves into an image, accompanied by a few carelessly cross-hatched shadows and hints of decrepit buildings in the background:

It's a picture of the snake-and-heart statue in the Dead District, with no commentary attached as yet.

After a moment, something else is scribbled in the corner; a couple stylized Asian-looking characters (南山) accompanied by the initials 'K.N.' A few in the city might recognize this signature as that of a local artist and college instructor.*