[handwritten]

[detectivetroll]

[After investigating the Candy thing, Nick's... having difficulty. Kotetsu's reaction had been to get drunk, but Nick's had been to think. He still doesn't know exactly where he stands, so he'll leave explaining the missing woman situation to Kotetsu, but as far as he knows, no one's mentioned the connection between the water and what the police are looking for.

He can at least do that much.]

I'm sure no one needs to be told again, but be careful about the water thing.

I saw two police officers arrest a girl just for laughing too hard. They said they've be warned about an illegal drug going around, and the signs of it are hysterical laughing and hallucinations. They were taking her in to do a special drug test.

002. video, phone.

[summit]

[ So maybe video isn't a good idea, what with his introduction being pretty embarrassing - but this is sort of really embarrassing and super concerning. Travis is talking with his hand over his mouth, subtle as can be. ] Do we have any dentists here, that might be able to fix a... uh, a huge problem, maybe? I, ow [ a little pause and a wince, lisping slightly as he finishes his little request. ] I think I need one, stat.

002: Text

[somedaytogether]

So, after some discussion with various people, I decided it would be a good idea to have some kind of central database of what we know. Or, to be more accurate, of what we have learned through echoes.

However, there are some logistical problems, especially regarding anonymity. It doesn't seem like the network is a good place to post this information, since you can't disguise who you are. I thought about it, and I think the best plan is to use a google doc. You can find it here.

It's completely anonymous, so anyone can edit it. Obviously this means there's a risk of vandalism, and we can't verify anything you add, but it seems like the best solution. I've already added what I know - it's not very exciting, so I don't mind sharing it. If you think of any extra categories we should have, please add them in.

Ok, that's it from me. If you have any questions, do get in touch.

EDIT: So lots of people have been providing help and suggestions.

1. The document is going to be hosted on a private server, with some additional security. You can still edit anonymously, but it should be a little safer.

2. If you are corroborating something, please add an x next to the item. That way we'll know how many people have similar experiences in common.

03; [open] first aid + rescue training

[schild]

Who: Ryan Brown and YOU! But especially those who signed up in his last post!! But seriously anyone is welcome. (You can even handwave and say your character was there)
Where: Locke City Community Center (idk there's probably more than one)
When: Sunday Afternoon
What: The much awaited first aid and rescue training thing is here.

( More below! )

002 » [ video; iPhone ]

[shambles]

So... I didn't really want to use the network for this, but didn't know where else to ask.

[Anyone who has ever spoken to him before will notice he sounds considerably more British.]

Is there anywhere to get a sword? I suppose either a place in the city or online would work. Both are equally suspicious, since swords are so relevant in this day and age.

[Because clearly getting a gun would be far too reasonable.]

Showtime #002: Video

[hawaiianheir]

[So those few who have been graced with Mac's visage before, here it is again! Except his hair, far from being its normal slicked-back comb, is a unkempt mess. He looks like he's recovering from a bad fight, and there's the slightest jitter to his movements that's hard to place.]

[Looking around the room, it looks like a classic 20 year old's room. There's posters (mostly videogame oriented), a stack of movies next to a TV, an unmade bed and a clothes hamper, among other things. But two things probably stick out.

1 - he's wearing glasses. And those that remember seeing his eyes probably don't remember them being quite so... blue.
2 - there's a sledgehammer laying next to the swivel chair Mac is taking a seat in as he addresses what is probably some sort of webcam.]

This thing's on, right? Hey, Numberinos. How was your weekend? Mine was spectacular. You know. Sat around, got to watch my vision go to shit in real time, became part of the eye color change club. Oh, right. And I hit up a warehouse nearby with Thunder Corp shit.

Now, I'm not going to lie to you, it was a clusterfuck. I managed to get out of it, though, more or less intact. Oh. And I grabbed a present for you guys.

[He reaches off camera, grabbing something he tosses into the air real quick, before throwing it down onto the desk. It's a water bottle, about three-fourths full with water. ...Except it's water that has a nice, healthy pink glow to it.]

So yeah, casual reminder to newbies - don't drink the tap water. That shit'll give you the gigglefits and apparently the police are looking for those, now? Maybe they're trying to out us that way... [He quietly thinks to himself before gathering his thoughts, nervously running a hand through his hair to stry and slick it back again.]

Okay, so. There's like. A chemist on this network, right? Or someone who has like. Degrees and shit they can use to figure out what's in this, because I'm not so certain I want to hang onto this bottle of possibly water contaminant possibly something worse forever.

01 ✝ [video; android phone]

[dancingonapin]

[There is one very irritated man who has decided to reply this strange network he happened to gain access to in ways he can only describe as being clever subliminal messaging, either as a campaign ad or a very over-the-top prank; really, it could be either, though he's leaning towards over-the-top prank. Some of you might recognize this man from Locke City University, Dr. Francis Fell, a very British professor of theology in the social sciences department. He didn't believe in telepathy or mind-control, but he was pretty sure psychology was a well-established scientific field and that people had indeed discovered ways to exploit the mind and get this weird number into his head.

That being said, Dr. Fell has a few words to say about the existence of this network, and its extraordinary questionable content.]

Pardon me, I was mysteriously lead to this oddball website and I even considered dismissing it altogether, but I honestly couldn't tear my eyes away from this place after simply glancing over some of the content of this place. I study theology, it is my job to have a thorough knowledge of a wide variety of religions... and quite frankly I'm beginning to think that this is the strangest, most elaborately constructed cult I've ever seen. Contaminated drinking water?? Conspiracies involving Thunder Corp?? What is this talk of monsters and violence??

I'm aware of karma-- although not entirely certain of its existence-- and I'm aware that I deserve quite a bit of the backlash that's occurred after that one incident involving a car accident between myself and one of the university students... But this prank really has gone too far. Any students or fellow professors responsible for this cruel joke, please just come forward to me with any problems you may have in a professional manner... to my face and not over the Internet, if you would!

Really, I had much higher faith in the maturity of this community.

(8) A question

[dorkytracksuit]

i saw on that document other people have their blood going funny. is there anything else you've remembered?

audio;

[show_my_cannons]

[All right, he just tripped over a dog and suddenly he knows a guy he never met before, there's a bunch of other people chattering over a network that shouldn't even exist... and he tripped over a dog.]

[Somehow, in the midst of all of this, that's the part he's managed to latch onto. And sounds suitably irate about the whole thing.]

What am I supposed to do with this?

Hmn? What is... this? There is no explanation for any of this! How...

Ugh!

[That's about as far as he gets in his questioning before slamming something into the receiver and ending the discussion.  It would probably help if he explained what was going on... but instead, he's opted to sequester himself in his apartment until he works things out.]

[Starting with some information.]

2nd day [Open, Action]

[carsharkkonishi]

 Who: Raimu Sato and YOU!
When: Saturday, the 17th, around 3-5ish
What: Sidewalk artist Raimu is probably getting in your way. Sorry?
Where: The park, somewhere there is a sidewalk.
Warnings: None on her end, possibly from others, however.

( Artsy time in the park? )