[Video]

[espigeonage]

[You're treated to an unsteady, sort of skewed moving view of the inside of the apartment Julien shares with his sister. Visible mostly are the floor, the lower edges of walls and furnishings, and his legs and bare feet as he walks nervously through, but it's decent enough. Not entirely neat but clean, at least. To human eyes. He sounds... well, he's gotten so good at sounding normal, but right now Julien's talking with two nearly-identical harmonizing voices and a sort of flange, and doesn't sound good.]

Is this even working? Shit. I don't - it looks sort of like home but this doesn't make any sense, why is - what - dyes? Ugh, god, look at this. I don't... look, what is even with that! [It's a laundry basket full of haphazardly stacked clothes. Looks totally normal.] Even my hands, that's so gross. [There's a flash of one of them. Clean, with trimmed fingernails.]

That's her handwriting. [A note in blue pen on the kitchen table, saying did the headache pass? he might be sick if he's sleeping in this late and don't you dare try to tough it out, saying she took Valerie to the daycare, and go the other way if he meets sootballs again.] Pens don't come in that... color. Nothing is that color. Shit. Am I even... in Kansas anymore?

[The view starts to turn but stops on a shot that includes the window. Blue midmorning sky, barely a cloud in sight, but his phone trembles and he sounds even worse.]

Oh my god.

Oh god.

- I can't stay here.

[So yeah! Bird vision: not like ours. If the game was a series and people RPed him, this would be used as proof that he doesn't react well stuck in jamjars.]

[text | computer]

[iustitia]

Hello, everyone! My name is Tiresias, but those who really know me can call me Akrana Drakozar.

Since I was young, I was always plagued by the feeling that there was always something missing from my life. I kept getting weird flashes of memory and the odd sensation of phantom limbs. It was like I wasn't just me, but rather someone else -- perhaps even in a past life!

( i'm so sorry )

[Closed]

[depolarized]

Who: depolarized , ursoreckless , and fatherssins 
What: Picking up Riku, Shou's S&M plotting, and doubleteaming Adrian
Where: On the streets of Locke City; Cold Marble 

[Closed]

[chalicejoker]

Who: Hajime Aikawa (chalicejoker) and Fred Vandenberg (seriallylucky
What: Hajime and Fred encounter some Vermini. Hijinks ensue.
Where: The park and wherever else an unplanned adventure might take them.
When: Late afternoon, July 15.

( Incoming distracted jogger... )

[Open] An Honest Living? Sure, okay.

[birdinthehand]

Who: Takayuki Izumi and you? Yes, you!
What: He hasn't given up his day job yet, so this fledgling criminal is actually doing some real work.
Where: The Telco Mobile booth at the Shady Oaks Mall
When: July 13th, during regular mall business hours.

( Cellphone contracts aren't terribly honest... )

[Text, handwritten]

[darkhourdear]

[Phillip's handwriting isn't great at the best of times, but when he's excited... well, it's a bit sloppy.]

Did anyone else see that? There was this really bright light coming from somewhere and I thought it might be lightning or something but there's wasn't any thunder and it was pink. It was really cool! Is that some kind of weird weather thing?

text.

[iaijutsu]

Given that some of the changes that have been taking place are less obvious than others, a couple of us were discussing ways of testing the limits of our reflexes - preferably without needing anyone else in close proximity.

[Remember that time Hajime got jumpy and nearly took Toshi's arm off on the werewolf hunt? Yeah. Good times.]

I'm still checking customer reviews and pricing, but we're looking at skeet shooters. If anyone else suspects their agility may have been boosted into superhuman range and wants to test it, let me know. (If you want to chip in to whatever a workable shooter is going to cost us, even better.)

Overall, however: I suspect most of us have had the sense to at least begin considering the limits of what we're capable of. [Or at least, he really wants to think everyone does.] But I believe it's something that we need to think seriously about. Our casualty count has been remarkably low so far, compared to how things could have gone, but luck is not something we should rely on in the future.

closed;

[thorny]

Who: Hikari, Blues, and a very special guest.
What: Blues tracks down Hikari to try and vent his buttmad over her being herself on his eye loss post. They get interrupted.
Where: Some park I guess.
When: Afternoon of the fifteenth.

( i'll put you on a bird's strong wing )