001 Log [Closed]

[deathcough]

Who: Souji and Toshi
What: Souji and Toshi talk. Souji might be going a little insane. Typical day in the life.
Where: Work??
When: idk
Warning: Souji.
( Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? )

[ Closed ] i daydreamed in a corner of a city stained ash-gray

[earnedmystripes]

Who: Kotetsu and Casval
What: Drinking, because life sucks. Werewolves suck too.
Where: Kotetsu's apartment
When: A few days after the werewolf business

( and somehow i started pondering my raison d'être )

[ Closed ] Searching for answers

[earnedmystripes]

Who: Kotetsu and Banagher
What: Chance encounter!
Where: Library
When: Uh, sometime this week

( A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in...something mysterious and enigmatic, shut up )

Because it's the first of May [Link is NWS]

[shiromadoushi]

[[No commentary, no indication that this is even intentional, just a single song with highly school and work inapproprate lyrics.

Being broadcast from Bakura's math class where his teacher can never hear it.]]

I. Handwritten

[wastingtime]

You know, when I bought a new notebook, I wasn't aware that it could do this. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I heard anything about this in the news. Did I happen to get the notePad, or whatever it's called nowadays?

It's quite interesting, if nothing else. I've only had it about half a day and already I'm enchanted, though I remain baffled as to why it was only a dollar.

My name is Elian, by the way. Does anyone know if there's a manual I could study up on to understand what, exactly, is going on?

sᴇᴠᴇɴ. [ text; ??? ]

[secondcomingof]

 [ Much unlike Casval's previous posts on the network, this one is comparatively short. It reads as follows: ]

What does it mean, to be inhuman? If someone were to accept such a burden upon themselves, would you consider them a monster? To be no one, rather than a part of that so-called "everyone"... is it something we should spurn, or something we should support, in the name of the greater good? And just what is the greater good, anyway? What is your concept of society's ideal, and the world as a whole? What separates the inhuman from the human, and why do we separate them in the first place?

...ah, sorry. I suppose I got a bit carried away there.

Well, at any rate, be as frank as you'd prefer. I look forward to your answers.

[Closed Log]

[consiliarius]

WHO: Toshi (redelivers) and Sano (consiliarius)
WHAT: Bro bonding time. Discussions of LIFE. Stuff. Toe-stubbing of a sort.
WHEN: MAYDAY, MAYDAY, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY no it's just May 1st because I'm hilarious.
WHERE: Sano's apartment!
WARNING: Cursing? Cursing. And some bleeding and first aid.

( I do not have witty song lyrics for the subject material )

004; action; closed

[kingside]

Who: Elizabeth Victoria Bishop and Brendan Lionel Blake
What: In which there is terrible awkwardness and potential miscommunication but hopefully none leading to genocide.
Where: A boulangerie. Locke City has one because I say so.
When: Excuse you, peasants, it's m'aidez. Also, afternoonish.

( Pardon my French. )

[Closed] I dream you're out in the blue

[edhwierfan]

Who: Aeron and Emery
What: Getting our facts straight
Where: The Sky Apple Cafe
When: day after Aeron's first post

( and I am right beside you )

Text | Computer | Warning for creepypasta, no shock images don't worry.

[deathcough]

[Private to the good doctor Aaron]

( Paging Aaron Strider )

[Public to the Network]

I'm sick and tired of studying for finals. I'm taking a break. Werewolf adventures were fun and all, but now I'm pretty bored.

[He pauses, thinks of Casval, and smirks.] Well, maybe not that bored.

Anyway, I like telling stories! I've got a few here, they're some of my favorites. And I need a way to stay up late tonight anyhow.

( The Lilies Are Bleeding )

( Daughter's Nightmare )

( Cabin )

( Obsessive Compulsive )

So what do you think? Did you like them? :) The Lilies one is my favorite.

Text/Picture | Phone

[cursemarked]

I remembered something strange.

I was laying on my back on a stone floor in a closed room, covered only by a white yukata--or something like that. Maybe it was just a sheet. I don't know.

Anyway, I looked around and saw four identical girls, wearing clothes like a Japanese shrine maiden. In their hands were hammers and stakes. It looked something like this I think. [She links to a painting she did of the event, carefully blocking her own face out.] There were others like me pinned to the floor and the walls.

One by one the girls knelt down; I struggled but I couldn't move. My limbs just felt heavy. Then there was a pain spreading through my body, like nothing I can explain. The girls put the tips of the stakes on each palm and ankle. The pain spread up to my neck, then my face. It looked like my skin was bruising all over-- I know it doesn't make sense, but that's what it looked like. My eyes started to hurt next, then I watched the hammers strike the stakes at once and felt a sharp pain.

And then nothing.

People don't share their memories much, but I don't have anyone else to turn to. Does this sound familiar to anyone? I'll try to do research of my own, but.

I'm a little scared.

Sorry.

[Private network/Closed action]

[twopercent]

Who: Elizabeth and Jack.
What: Hangovers, apologies, and presents.
Where: Network -> Elizabeth's apartment.
When: Afternoon, the day after Jack's angry drunken network escapades.

( Dead is the drunkest that you can get... but I haven't got that drunk yet. )

002 | Text | Handwritten

[mightymegatron]

[The first few lines of the post are written in an angular, almost harsh-looking script, then it transitions back to English.]

And now I have a new language to read and write in. It came to me, as clear as day. I could probably rewrite Shakespeare with this, if I actually felt so inclined.

Curious.