003 — handwritten [graph paper]

[argents]

[ July 1st.

This time, Banagher's number is copied down on graph paper. What appears isn't anything handwritten, but a rough technical sketch. An empty jumpseat of some kind, crowned by three screens and what looks like an impossibly advanced panoramic HUD. The rest is left sparsely detailed — no buttons, concrete controls, or clues as to what this cockpit (what else could it be?) belongs to. Save for the odd one-on-one occasion, he's been tight-lipped about what exactly has splashed itself uninvited across his memories, never knowing for sure what to trust when it came to himself. Never quite believing he could have been this... thing's pilot.

Off to the side, around some messy notes, is a scrawled out line of text in another language: À mon seul désir. There's a poetic ring to it, nearly romantic.

It's odd, placed next to a piece of technology so futuristic. ]

It's weird. I had to wrack my brain to remember this thing enough to put it on paper, even if I can't forget it. [ A pause, possibly to tap his pencil. ] If you asked any kid when they were younger what they wanted for their birthday, a giant robot probably ranked pretty high, right? Not so much when you're 18, though. When things like this aren't even supposed to be real...

[ Let alone crazy brain powers. At least he was getting used to those. And more importantly: ]

...it could have come with a better name.

[ Which he is hoping like hell wasn't his doing. ]

video;

[comparative_insanity]

 So, now that I ain't as freaked out about things anymore, I just wanna ask...

I've got the claws and the changing eyes and the bizarro vampire thing, but I think I'm also faster, stronger and generally harder to kill than before, right? Basically I've been busier than a cat burying shit on a marble floor trying to figure all of this out, so far... well, I can jump like anything. And you know, I've been able to hang upside down on a pole for quite some time, but now I don't even break a sweat doing it. Almost broke the pole with the nails once, though.


[He seems to realize he's babbling, and laughs.]

Anyway, anyone who's been changing in weird ways up for sharing? Especially people who've... you know, gotten weird boosts or super powers or whatever? I kinda grew up with comics, so it's kinda fascinating to me, you know?

Or don't, that's fine with me too. Not everyone's into the sharing, right?


Also, uh... I know people got hurt and all what with that mine and everything, but... everyone's alright by now, right? I think I woulda heard if anyone died, just wanted to ask, 'cause... well, just 'cause. [Because he's claustrophobic and thinking about mines collapsing has given him nightmares.]

Oh, and to anyone new here... Fay's the name, hope y'all ain't too freaked out about all the weirdness yet, 'cause I bet it's gonna get worse.

[And with that cheerful message, he rubs out the numbers from his mirror for now.]

Text;

[searchforpeace]

[Here's a number that hasn't popped up in a while.]

Forgive me for not being on the network more as of late. Certain family emergencies have taken me out of town for a brief time. ... I'm sure you all understand what that means in terms of remembering things. I've been making up a few exams and such since.

[A few minutes goes by, then:]

I believe I have come to a rather difficult decision. It's for the best for now I feel.

[And onward to the meat of this typed up bit of a post.]

It is my intention now more than ever given the events surrounding the sage to continue forward with plans. Time is growing short if what the sage says is true so I would like to plan some form of group meeting in the next few weeks.

[A break.]

Given it is July 1st currently, perhaps a Friday or Saturday evening soon? Those who wish individual meetings, contact me privately.