text - handwritten

[entertainaplanb]

...Okay then. Looks like I'm going to have to figure out how to balance this thing with work a little better. If anyone was worried, I'm sorry - I haven't really had time to chime in lately, between gearing up for the new school year and the first week of classes. I'm fine.

Did I miss anything important, other than people going back into the mines? I'm still reading through the backlog.

01 [Text/Visual Studio Compiler]

[whiterabbit_dot_obj]

[Generally speaking, when one enters a string of numbers as the value of a variable in order to see whether or not a certain function of one’s program works, one does not list “Spontaneous generation of a forum network within the compiler” as a potential outcome. Barnaby is understandably confused, even after reading back through a few posts. This is not something he expected to happen when he came in to work this morning.]

/ * So this is for real then? [Yes, he’s typing in comments. Instinctive habit.]
  * I mean, I know "the plural of anecdote is not fact" and all
  * but it'd be a hell of a coincidence for a random prank to be about something I've already experienced
  * and I'd really like to think I'm not hallucinating rn
  * Does anyone know what's causing all this?
  */

[... shit, this better not have erased his code.]

video {iphone}

[ursoreckless]

[ he's now sporting braids decorated with beads and bits of string, his hair color a very natural reddish-brown than the blond he use to have. his accent is still a bit rougher and it seems he's gotten a lot less polite as well. ]

Anyone out there know how to shoot a gun? I'm asking cuz I'm getting tired of being teased with a memory of shooting one and not ever holding one. I think that I better learn before I suddenly decide I'm Clint Eastwood and try to use one and blow off my foot. I could pay for the lessons or whatever; I just wanna stop being useless.

And I don't wanna go to a public teacher of one kind or another. How would I explain anything if something hits me in the middle of a lesson, right?

[handwritten]

[stavros]

*The newest network post appears to be on looseleaf, with the margins decorated with stylized crosses, swirls, and a doodle of some kind of mysterious blob monster eating a stick figure helpfully labelled as an LCA chem teacher. The notes on it are as follows.*

poetry
(keep out!)

Darkest Shadow
When I walk to the edge of the world, I see
all over that the universe is a bright and dark thing,
like Mercury ^{(is it Mercury? whichever planet is only really hot on one side and really cold on the other because of the sun. I believe it is Mercury. Check later.)}
like Mercury or a magnet or a heater that doesn't work.
And in the darkest side, the half,
you have the lonely shriveled plants
no petals
just thors thorns and thistles.
All bear their misery lonely,
believing that love is a lie
a trick of the nonexistent light
as they are crushed
under the weight mass.


*Underneath she's drawn a stick figure flailing for help under a pile of textbooks.*

Note to self. Go to mall later. Think they got new CDs in.

Video -- Mirror

[soulsborderline]

Good evening, weirdo magical network thing!

[Asuka is sitting at her vanity, smiling confidently under the backward image of her Number dry erase markered at the top of the frame. She has a small plastic cup of water - tap water - sitting in front of her.]

I have cleared my schedule for the evening and tomorrow morning, locked my door, and turned off my phone just in case. Can you guess--

...



Er, wait, don't guess, I'll just tell you.



I'm going to be drinking a small amount of this tainted water as an experiment. It hasn't had any permanent health effects yet, and I want to know more of whatever information these "Echoes" give us. My hypothesis is that I will gain some kind of supernatural ability that I can analyze further later, or knowledge useful to combating the weird monster things that want to kill us. I predict a small cancer risk, but significantly less of one than, say, being bitten by an irradiated arthropod. I have secured as safe a space as possible, and I will be leaving this connection open just in case something terrible happens for immediate medical aid from the goody-two-shoes types on this Network. All that established...

[She picks up the cup, and lifts it a little bit like a toast.]

Big money big money no whammy no whammy STOP!

[And she tilts her head back and drinks a mouthful.]

Hm...ow.

[She rubs her head]

There's def--heheh--there's definitely--



Heheheh...HA! AHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[And then she falls over under the vanity and you get a nice view of her oddly neat bed as she laughs hysterically off-camera for a minute or three.]

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[entertainaplanb]

[Yes, she just put something up yesterday. But then she read back a little further and tripped over a pulse, and... well. It was disconcerting, to say the least.]

Would any of the doctors on here be able to figure out what the... potential of something happening is?

[ Closed ] We're all aliens here

[hoennmaihime]

Who: Noel Harmonia extricated  and Haruka Minamoto hoennmaihime 
Where: One of Locke City's many delightful public parks.
When: 9th of September - a Monday afternoon
What: When two trainers' eyes meet, a battle must commence!! alternatively: pokemon information trading.

( Only there's nowhere for us to return to )

[text | computer]

[iustitia]

bluh bluh the mines were a bust etc etc etc how about some news that actually new and exciting and hasn't been repeated a thousand times

Good news, everyone! As it turns out, some of my friends just got grounded for life due to involvement in a freak gasoline fight accident, so they can't make it to our LARP meeting this weekend. This means that we are down several players, which isn't much fun at all! And since you are all such lovely and open minded individuals, I'd like to extend an invitation to you all to come and join me this Saturday to throw bean bags at each other and attempt to out-rules lawyer each other over petty disputes!

Padded, foam weapons (important!!!! we are not here to actually kill each other!!!!!!!!!) will be provided, so you don't need to worry about that, but you are most certainly welcome to bring your own! Being in costume is non-negotiable!! We are here to pretend to be stupid-hatted wizards and dinky short-shorted magic singing lady-wooers; do not show up in your normal people clothes. This will also be a convenient excuse for any physical changes you might be worried about hiding, so don't be a dick about this. We are all going to look like huge nerds out there. There is no escape.

Please inquire within for any further questions you may have about this wondrous and exciting event. Spaces are limited*, so act fast!

((^*spaces are not actually limited))

[Audio/handwritten - math notes]

[pianistofraielin]

[Russel, stuck in detention after Friday's 'disruption' (aka he drank the tap water and couldn't stop laughing in class), has absentmindedly doodled that number stuck in his head onto his math notes. So the first thing that appears are pre-calculus notes interspersed with doodles of popular S&M characters.]

[this is followed by a loud exclamation of surprise and the sound of metal scraping against tile and an ensuing crash. Then a possibly familiar female teacher's voice shouting admonishingly from across the room: "Russel!"]

YES MA'AM SORRY MA'AM. [sounds of a chair being righted, and then the oppressive stillness of a detention hall. Also, the notebook being slammed shut, which just muffles the silence.]

[a moment later, he realizes he can't do his homework without his notes and opens it back up. But, um, his notes are covered in other things right now, so he can't really use them anyway…?!]

[handwritten: ] Whatever you are, do you think you could maybe get out of my math notes? I'm trying to do my homework and it's really distracting!