Voice, iPhone

[not_good_not_wicked]

Has anyone gotten one of those weird memories that wasn't in a language they knew?

Also, does anyone speak Japanese? I'm trying to write down a conversation from memory, but it's hard when it's not a language you know.

001 ♦ Text

[peacefulwinter]

Staring at her Kindle, Winter is wondering exactly what she's gotten herself into. She'd decided to copy down that number that refused to leave her head so she could keep searching later online - but this time the book's screen turned into something else entirely. It was almost like one of those online networks she'd read about, but never visited. Looking at the recent messages for a bit... these people were in Locke City. Where she was. She could feel the burning need to figure out what was going on, and this was the best place to start.

What is this place? I wrote down this weird number I got in my head, and

But she couldn't just say that, could she? She'd look crazy. Well, more crazy than people tended to already think she was. So after a moment's thought, she erases that text and replaces it with something else:

I am looking for information on this network. I have been searching for any knowledge of it, and am unable to find anything. What is this place?

There. No way that could be construed as anything other than a request for information, after which she could just sign off, never come back, and go on with her life a little smarter.

...Right?

01 - Text

[kingofthetoybox]

[Porky lacks in discipline. When an urge pops up, self-control and rationality can usually take a hike. Reason says that there's no real purpose in typing out a number he just so happens to get stuck in his head. He does so anyway on his home computer. As a response, a page from a site he never visited pops up.

Considering all the strange things happening in town, Pokey wonders if this is a part of it. This is a network and he realizes that. He notices a bunch of other people online who likely got access into this site through the same, imperceptible means. Pokey rubs his hands into his face and gives a groan.

He begins typing.]

Okay, so which of you losers is running the show around here? I think I speak on behalf of the entire human race when I say: stop it. With all the weird things going on, you're not helping by making this weird network. Two weirds don't make a normal. Capiche?

And the rest of you are just encouraging it.

A Starlight in the Gloom | [ action ] | OPEN

[fatherssins]

Who: Alucard Adrian & ...
What: It's free sample day at Cold Marble and Adrian has been told he's needed to lure in new custom.
Where: Cold Marble (the ice cream and sweeties parlour Adrian works at)
When: Today (5th June)

( free sample?... )

01 | Video

[talktothedoll]

[The video feed cuts on, revealing a small psychiatrist's office. It's neatly-kept, and degrees can be seen hanging on the wall behind the man who connected his computer and a webcam to the network. It's an act of trust on his part; with what he's about to say, he's guessing an open video transmission will lend a bit more credibility to his offer. He will offer a small nod of greeting before beginning to speak.]

I suppose there's no better way to jump into things than to introduce myself. My name is Dr. Mort Yokugawa. I'd...well, I'd like to help, if I can. I've looked over some of what's been going on here, and I can imagine it's difficult to deal with for some of you.

For what it's worth, I'm a psychiatrist. I can't claim to have a complete understanding of what's going on here, but my office is always available to anyone who needs to talk.

2nd Vision [Action]

[visionarykitten]

Gomez didn't get out of the apartment much. He tended to stay indoors, unless his ehhif Alex deigned to take him somewhere, but today he was just so bored... and Alex was just going to sleep all day, so he made sad-kitten eyes at him when he got home and got permission to go explore. He even got a door opened for him, rather than having to bolt out and hope nobody caught him, like last time.

And now he was out and about, sniffing at the park, strolling down main street, getting chased out of stores and then stuck up trees by yappy little dogs... it was an adventure, anyway. Even if being treed was embarrassing and a little scary. He stared down at passers by and occasionally cried at them as lost-kitten-ish-ly as he could. He needed down! And he needed petting!

And food!

Run into him in the park, on the sidewalk, or when he's stuck up a tree. He's wide open.