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[edhwierfan]

Who: Aeron, Colette, Mamoru, Regina, & Riku
Where: Around Locke City
When: Aug. 10, 1800 hours
What: The group goes on a "test drive" patrol of sorts and stumbles on something more serious than they'd even expected.

( as if they were shadows, shimmering visions )

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[earnedmystripes]

Who: Kotetsu, and Nick, followed by Suzaku and Ravi, and finally Karl in part 2
Where: Some random cafe
When: Backdated to Monday, August 5th
What: Gigglewater shenanigans

( pretend something hilarious is here )

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[wonk]

( cut for pink and green bold courier )

02; text - calling errybody

[schild]

[ The post starts in voice, then becomes text. ]

Typing this out so it's easier... Here we go.

Hey everyone, it's Ryan from the fire department. I know things are a little tense with everything going on, but if you ask me then there's no better time to start making preparations and working together, right?

Anyway, that's what this is. I've talked to my captain and he agreed to lend us the community center to put on some first aid and search and rescue training sessions for everybody. Depending on how many people we get, this could be a monthly or bi-weekly thing, too. It's up to you guys.

The sign-up sheet is going up outside the firehouse (it's open to the public) but seeing as how I started it with the Numbers Club in mind, feel free to leave me a note or something with your name (or whatever you want to be identified as, go crazy) here if you're interested. If you have any ideas or would like to help with preparation at all, let me know.

There's gonna be sandwiches and snacks for our first meeting, so feel free to bring your friends.

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[goodboybestshot]

[Thad was originally just scribbling a bunch of notes onto a piece of paper. He's just gotten back into Locke City and of course, like every time, those numbers are back, tormenting him at the edge of his mind. So, this time he sits down and writes them out, and went on to write a bunch of notes about Babylonian Numerology or some such- but then the network happens.]

[And he about jumps clean out his seat. There are probably still some half written notes left on the page and it's several minutes before he comes back. When he does, there is a bit more writing.]

What the hell is all this? Either my notebook is possessed by the computer or that milk was a little more sour than i thought.

Good lord im going mad. Can anybody read this?

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[synchronous]

[ About half an hour after his conversation with Roxy, DJ tries inputting the string of numbers in a text document on his computer. Wonder of wonders, it works again. Intriguing. He looks around for a while before typing anything, but after a while... ]

I tried converting it to binary, octal, hex, decoding it from any system that even remotely made sense, switching the digits around, inverting it, multiplying it by 42, you fucking name it, and in the end this string haunting my every waking thought turns out to be a god damn public key for a secret message board hidden in my plate of mashed potatoes? I'm just glad this works on my computer, too. Can't go around writing in my food whenever I want to chat.

I must be going crazy. There's no other explanation.

Anyway. I went through some of the archives and found what appears to be a writeup for newbie forum-goers. Extremely helpful, would read again. Looks like a whole lot of shit's been going down for a few months now and I just happened to stumble ass-first into what outsiders must assume is some increasingly bizarre LARP campaign. But I think I've got the gist of it. People who aren't part of whatever this is can't see the forum, people have been experiencing weird memory alterations and physical changes, and animals are mutating and maybe trying to kill people. Is there anything else I should be aware of?

Also -- Roxy, nice timing on the fake hacking attempt. It was really cute.

Video | Nu har du ett finger kvar, och det pekar bort

[comparative_insanity]

[Hello network, have a rather tired and bedraggled-looking Fenn with a blanket around his shoulders, clearly shirtless underneath, a cup of tea curled in one hand.]

You know what can really put a crimp in your sex life?

[Yes, that is definitely a valid question to ask the network early in the morning. The kids can just... not listen, okay.]

Any takers? I mean, apart from these- [He effortlessly extends his foot-long claws and then retracts them again] -which I think can cut through metal and really were a problem for a while there?

I'm pretty sure none of you's gonna be able to guess, seeing as it's pretty specific, so I'll go ahead and tell you, how about that? And no, it ain't personal or dirty as such, just gross as shit.

[A pause, and he grimaces, one hand darting up to massage his left eye.]

It's when your lover kisses your eye in a kind of romantic gesture - bless his heart - and you end up with this... really damn vivid memory of having it gouged out and eaten. Like, the feeling of having your eye still partly attached and chewed loose? [A shudder.] Seriously, I ain't sure how much more messed-up shit I can take "remembering", or whatever it is we do.

[A loose shrug, teacup wobbling a bit.] Sorry to put y'all off your breakfasts, I just wanted to whine a bit. Carry on, I guess.

[Text | Computer]

[formermagicalgirl]

So apparently being a bigwig for some large company up to no good doesn't mean one cannot enjoy video games and make up stories that sound like one.

Though I think they exhausted their creativity in making that story up.

Anyway, I got some really good info digging into some computers that happen to belong to some bigwigs. I'm really thinking this is best shared face to face and we need to get some organization because they know we are disorganized and lacking in resources. I suspect they had access to that forum as well.

Someone come up with a good location and time for people to meet up and I'll run with that and bring copies of the emails I got a hold of. Just don't ask me to share how I got them, because I plead the fifth on that one outside of the fact that they are legit.

[Because yeah, what she did was quite illegal. And yes, that first part is implying that the story about the gems is indeed fake and she has evidence of who made it up.

Later she adds in the following once she's spoken with Emmanuel:]

The meeting will take place at the same church self-defense lessons were at. We'll meet at around 5PM on Thursday (8/15). If someone cannot make it, stop by at some point and the information will be relayed in another manner.