oo3 ❚ just accept the bullet ( audio / text )

[steelettos]

Oh, no - and everything's back too -

( if voices can facepalm, it's probably doing it right now. but the frustrated, dismayed and disbelieving voice cuts off right away, followed by nothing but static.

several moments later ... )

Someone has to have figured this out by now, right? The disappearing and reappearing of memories upon leaving Locke. Though to be honest, this also feels so much like jet lag.

Maybe it is.

[Text]

[shiromadoushi]

So, show of hands. Who here remembers a name of the person they're getting flashbacks from?

21st Howl: After School Numbers Club, Back to School Edition [Action]

[professorwolf]

The first day back to school was usually boring, full of course schedules and new books. So Lyall had made the first day back for the Numbers Club, he hoped, at least a little cheerful. There were decorations as if he were throwing a party, put up in his classroom-- which, really, he kind of was-- plenty of sugary snacks-- most of which he couldn't eat-- and wasn't even putting up the illusion that this was for studying today. There were cards, games, and the desks moved into a slightly more circular pattern for people to mingle.

And he was standing in front of the demonstration counter at the front of the room, leaning back on it casually, instead of sitting behind it letting people do their own thing. This, he hoped, meant he could greet anyone coming in, if he wasn't too busy with someone else.

If they were in this for the long haul, then he wanted to know all his students who were forced to be in it, with him.

3rd Day//Handwritten + Image

[carsharkkonishi]

[It's after school that day that Raimu decides she needs to make a post about her Echo--of course, she doubts anyone here would be involved in it, but....she has to try, right? Plus, this is the only place she can talk about it, and it's jarred her a bit. So, she draws the picture, as clear as she can remember it. The person who pushed her is a fuzzy memory, so instead of Beat, it's just a fuzzy black silhouette pushing her. She writes down the numbers to access the network, and suddenly, the picture shows up.]

( Picture under cut )