New face in town? Not really

[maxwells_silver_scythe]

[Text. Looks like it's from some sort of IM client.]

Connecting to IRC to just spit this stupid number out into the wild, untamed internet. Maybe that will get it out of my head.
This probably isn't going to accomplish anything. I might as well just say whatever stupid stuff floats through my brain.
Hello world. I'm Duo. I'm a mad scientist in training and I've almost completed my death ray. Soon I will hold all the world's cities hostage and become the richest man in the universe.
Mwahahahahaha!
I had a dream where I was sixty feet tall and standing over the ruins of a burning church.
It felt more real than real life.
This is so stupid. At least no one can see it_

[Action around the City.]

Duo's lived almost his whole life in Locke City. He does volunteer work at the local soup kitchen with his parents occasionally, he's on the high school basketball team, and of course he can be found at school. It's entirely possible some of you know him already, if only in passing. But lately his normally happy-go-lucky attitude has seemed just a bit more intense than normal. Perhaps just a touch forced. Or maybe it's just your imagination.

Whatever it is, he's around town pretty much all the time. Say hi. Remind him of previous interactions. Let's handwave some CR into existence!

[text]

[unfearing]

[ She's just come in on a flight from the opposite coast, so she's a bit worn out for her usual video posts. As such for now she's simply writing something up for the network. It seems that the act of writing in of itself is helping her sort her thoughts, for which she's immeasurably grateful. There's just been so much going on. ]

This is Elizabeth Bishop.

My friends and allies, you may have noticed a marked absence from me over the course of the past week. I finished my exams and as customary for me after every quarter, went to spend a week with my father at home. Upon doing this, I have discovered something troubling.

When I arrived at home and for the entirety of the week I spent there, I remembered nothing of the things that have happened here. Not once did I think about the network or my access code to it. I spared no time recalling the werewolves or the statues, and at no point did I think about the relationships I've forged with people through this crisis.

In fact, I distinctly remember my father asking me what happened to my hair. We Skype once a week, and I'd told him that I decided to dye it pink. But I didn't have any idea what he was talking about. I told him not to be silly, and he told me he would never understand today's teenagers.

My hair was blonde again that entire week.

In many ways, I do not even think I was myself.

In fact, it was not until my plane touched down again at the airport here that I felt that there was something markedly amiss about how I'd spent my last week.

I do not know what to make of this, but I implore anyone intending to travel outside the city to do so with great caution. We are helpless without the knowledge we've gained. Those who do not realize they are in danger are the most at risk. I do not know the exact radius of how far it is safe to go due to the distance that I traveled, but it is not something that should be recklessly tested.

Please be careful.

The sheer amount of what we do not know far outweighs that which we do.

Casval, Jack; You will both call me and tell me what has happened in my absence or I will find you. And you will be honest with me, or I will find you. Am I understood? Good.

Brendan, I'd like to discuss matters with you if you have the time. Did your exams go well? Have you been eating? No, don't answer that. I'll call your sister.

Banagher, if you have a moment free today or tomorrow, please also give me a call. Thank you.

If anyone at all has any questions or concerns, please feel absolutely free to bring them to me. I will do my best to help.

Thank you for your time.

oo5 • open action!

[abidan]

Who: Emery and THE SUNRISE. Bloody hippy.
Where: The park.
When: Six thirty in the AM, Wednesday 22nd. Horrible. Just horrible.
What: An early morning walk. In pyjamas. With tea.

( There's more inside of me than skin and bones. )

Adventure 01 | Video

[italktofish]

[Arthur has spent a bit of time exploring this network, and he's been getting ever more excited over everything, because holy cow, this looks cool, and screw consequences, I have something exciting to play with. So he'll open up a video feed using his webcam. He is grinning broadly, waving merrily, and looking like a kid on Christmas morning.]

HELLO, EVERYONE!

[He'll turn to address the goldfish sitting in a bowl on the table next to him, even going through the trouble to adjust the webcam so the fish is in the shot along with him.]

See, Slippy? I TOLD you it would work! OUTRAGEOUS!

[And then he laughs. It's not a crazy man laugh, but man, this guy is certainly in a good mood.]

001 ✽ text; handwritten, sharpie on legal pad.

[orumad]

shrimp
flaked coconut
jalapenos
ground cumin
oil oil oil

[ There's a few dots, like she's been tapping the marker against the page. ]

So yesterday, I had this stupid string of numbers stuck in my head. I don't do math, so what the fuck, right? And they just kept repeating and repeating and they just would NOT shut up. I put them into my phone, and I find this.

I've kinda been watching.

[ There's more dots, and a horribly drawn little flower. ]

Still not entirely convinced this isn't some fucked-up delusional shit. But if I'm delusional, I guess that makes all of you crazy too.

Does everything on this page show up?

002 >> quickly typed on a phone

[hollowleg]

ok i know i just posted

but im puking blood and little chunks of my stomach i think everywhre and i need a doctor like right now and i cant call 911 right. imsupposed to ask here right

ajdhkwqryekfgs how is this helpful to anything i think those fuckin statues did it

[Visual, via a reflection on glass]

[strongestcoward]

[The newest addition to the network is an exceptionally pale and unbelievably effeminate man. No one would be blamed for mistaking him for the opposite sex, especially considering that he is wearing baggy clothes that show nothing of his figure. Not helping things is the fact he's sitting in a garden with a large bundle of flowers on his lap and that his voice is so softly spoken and unearthly calm.]

Earth is commonly estimated to be 4 and a half billion years old. Human beings, on the other hand are approximately between four million and two million years old depending on the definition of human.

[His watery amber eyes slowly glance from side to side as he speaks, eventually starting to arrange the flowers into a block of Oasis.]

Life existed long before them. Jellyfish for example, are at minimum five hundred million years old and potentially seven hundred million which makes them amongst the oldest of the still extant animals. Evidence suggests that life itself is between four and three and a half billion years old.

[Pausing to stare at a particular flower, he apparently decides it is not of quality enough to be used in the display and is set aside delicately. The task is continued with other, more suitable decorations.]

But science has discovered planets estimated as old as twelve point seven billion years old and the universe itself is considered to be approximately thirteen point eight billion years old. It is easy to see that in comparison, Earth, life on Earth and humans are not especially old. Humans believe it to be notable because it is the basis of our civilisation but it is potentially insignificant. Mankind's claim to ownership of Earth is tenuous, in itself. Disputes over land occur daily and have never not been an issue in human history. What right have they to declare it their own?

[Apparently finished with the arrangement, a small smile slips into place. It's a professional little piece made of subdued colours. Those who know their flowers will note it is made primarily made from those that symbolise strength or persistence.]

On the other hand, all life instinctively protects itself. Perhaps the concept of a 'right' does not exist in the natural world.

[Raising a hand, he waggles his fingers in a dainty 'bye bye' manner.]

A little while ago, I punched the teeth out of a werewolf. It felt quite natural.

[And with that, he swipes a finger over the glass to disrupt the connection to the network.]

((ooc: Just to note, mistaking Dorje for a woman is not mandatory but is encouraged.))