[Handwritten text - Post it note]

[grimmopedia]

[The handwriting is neat but small.]

Alright so all I did was write down some numbers on a post it note. That's it. After I had some weird delusion but that's what happens when someone hits their head. But now there's more things on my post its and I didn't write this. I've just been working too much. I need to sleep, and stop writing myself notes.

No one else can see this right? I mean I can just burn this and I'm cool. Yeah totally cool.

[On a second post it note in very large writing is the following.]

Note to self: Get a cat scan tomorrow.

handwritten

[unwakingwaters]

[this is written in dark blue fountain pen on nice paper with a close cursive hand]

7/19/2013

Right, so, starting out in my usual way of warmups with too much exposition as to my exact circumstances at current -- trying to remind myself of the dream I had when I was thirteen exactly by exactly copying out the contents of the journal I made that night.

So...

#2027952

February 7, 1966

Dear Diary: Last night I had the strangest dream, the most wonderfully clear dream, about a golden room with great stained glass windows, and a test I had to take to--

[there's a great big ink stain here and then actually some significant time passes as Maya reads all the text suddenly in her nice new notebook. At least an hour.]

Well.

If it weren't for the fact that this fully navigable website appeared in a perfectly ordinary leather-bound notebook, I would dismiss it as a particularly inspired ARG. But as it stands, this appeared in a notebook. I normally consider myself quite a skeptic but well. This, I believe, qualifies as extraordinary proof.

I think I met some of you at the convention the other day. My name is Maya Aaronson. I've at least gathered from your entries that this is a secret network of some sort, that some of you are experiencing physical and mental changes that seem impossible (but again, you've provided extremely compelling evidence) and that there's... something out there.

Could someone provide me with a little more detail?

04 | [Video]

[chalicejoker]

[The webcam feed opens to show Hajime's darkened apartment. The lights are off, the curtains are drawn, and a hulking figure can be seen moving around in the shadows. He's moving too fast and too much to get a clear look at him for very long, though the green orb on his chest is slightly luminescent. He's so distraught, he hasn't realized he even activated the webcam. He thought he was just switching on the mic for audio.]

I...I can't stay here. I can't let anyone find me like this. But I don't think I can get out of here on my own without anyone seeing me...

[Hajime is doing his best to keep his voice calm, but there's no denying the fact that he sounds quite shaken. It's still recognizable as his voice, although it sounds a little rougher than usual.]

I changed. I...tried to fight it, but...it...it was just like I remembered...and I can't hide the belt anymore, not that it matters...

[He is this close to having a massive freakout right then and there. Staying calm after turning into some kind of a bug monster is really hard, especially when you were normal--or as close to normal as Hajime gets these days--an hour ago. He's going through the room, trying to figure out what, if anything, he'll be bringing with him when he leaves. It's at this point that he realizes the webcam's on, and a green, clawed, and definitely inhuman hand will reach out to cover it.]

3. Text. Cellphone.

[flamberge]

The police have been ordered to be on an increased lookout for suspicious behavior. Do not do anything needlessly reckless.

[Short but to the point.]

text; computer

[lightedprincess]

[Ok, so all Kairi had been trying to do was type in these numbers that have been going through her head for years in another attempt to try and decipher the meaning.

This network thing appearing in her word doc? Yea, that's way new. It takes her a moment before she tentatively starts typing.]

I can honestly say I wasn't really expecting that. I guess everyone on here can see this, huh? I'm kind of looking over things and I'll try to catch up on my own, but it looks like there's a lot here so it might take me a while.

[There's a long pause where she's looking back at entries, trying to start the beginning before remembering she forgot something important.]

My name's Kairi, by the way. It's nice to meet you all.

Closed

[reckless_fire]

Who:Kenji and Tadashi
Where: A park near the shopping district
When: July 18, evening
What: The plan was just for an ordinary night out, but something has other ideas.

( too brain dead for clever cut text right now )

(no subject)

[needsmorezippers]

who: Neku and Riku
when: July 18th, afternoon
where: An abandoned playground somewhere
what: Neku's looking for a place to make art, Riku's practicing parkour. And then some weird things happen.

( good graffiti is art )