[Alex/Ravi] - it's not real

[healspec]

Who: Ravi & Alex
What: A patient who looks identical to Alex's past-life wife ends up dying in the ER. Also the muns are weirdos who like to do that 'log it offsite and post completed log' thing 8|b
When: July 9th, Tuesday
Where: LCUH ER -> Ravi's apartment
Warnings for (non-graphic) references to vehicular trauma, war/combat, dead bodies, death in general

( "Do you believe in reincarnation?" )

[Closed]

[espigeonage]

Who: Julien espigeonage and Miranda vanisland
Where: Some pastoral region of the LCU campus
What: Vermini swaaarm!
When: July 13, early afternoon

( Very hot and still the air was / Very smooth the gliding river / Motionless the sleeping shadows. )

[Open!] Lock-con, the Locke City Science Fiction Convention

[unwakingwaters]

Who: NERRRRRDS. But basically everyone who would want to go to a science fiction convention. Also, Maya Aaronson, famous science fiction author.
What: LockCon, Locke City's science fiction convention! The name is a pun. Isn't it great???
Where: The Locke City Westin Hotel.
When: Semi-backdated; LockCon takes place July 12 - July 14 this year.

This is OPEN TO EVERYONE and intended as a fun casual way for people to get CR. Feel free to backtag and backdate stuff, even if your character hasn't formally introduced themselves to the network yet (as long as they've been accepted to the game is probably fine)

( A more wretched hive of dork and nerdery... )

2. text. cellphone.

[flamberge]

[Someone's just arrived back in Locke City after a month of vacation and spying on family. Waiting on baggage check can prove rather dull so Richard opts to do something productive during the wait.]

The limitations on how far we may move before forgetting this network and all associated with it is rather curious. To simply set foot outside the town's boundaries leads to such an erasure; conversely a foot inside leads to remembrance. How this is possible and done so effectively is worthy of an investigation if only to determine whether or not memories are being tampered with in other ways.

While I am in the process of looking through all the back entries on the Network, anyone willing to summarize the more notable events of the past month would be greatly appreciated.

[The text momentarily ends there, but a minute or so later, a final part gets tackled on.]

Also, would anyone be aware of a remedy for a painfully upset stomach, potentially on the verge of food poisoning without actually having ingested the food to cause it?

[Memory of a bad (more like a sin against humanity with no right to ever have existed) food came back full force, sadly.]

[ laptop / text ]

[allinvein]

[You know how it sometimes helps to write stuff down when you've got too much on your mind? Well, there's this number, see, that's been plaguing John for a while now, and he figures, "Hey, maybe it'll go away if I just jot it down somewhere." If nothing else, if it's written down, he'll still have it in the case that he forgets it--highly unlikely, but let a man dream!

Anyway, the result of scribbling down said number on a post-it note ends up with him awkwardly scrolling on that tiny pad of paper for a few minutes before he gets pissed off at the resolution size and switches over to a bigger piece of paper, then over to his phone, and finally to his laptop. It's been about an hour now since he started reading (or rather, skimming over posts while stuck somewhere between disbelief and amusement), and John's finally decided to join the fray.]

You know, I'd be tempted to write this whole thing off as a really bad joke, but I could've sworn I saw some mentions of people I actually know on this thing. I suppose they could be in on whatever this is as well, and if they are, I'm definitely going to be asking who switched out my post-it notes for the iPhone seventy or whatever number they're on now.

But it doesn't feel right. People pretending to be other people--real people--on the internet? Sounds a bit too much like fraud to be fun. So what's going on here? Anyone feel like filling me in on the whole story? I'd be here for days if I tried reading everything.

[As he stares at what he's just written up, John wonders, "Christ, I haven't just stumbled upon some secret forum run by crazy people, have I?" Hm, maybe he shouldn't have posted anything. Oh well, too late now.]