[handwritten]

[detectivetroll]

For everyone who's been dropping anonymous tips and evidence to the media, thanks. I have a couple more disposable phones and voice changers, if anyone else wants in.

I've been staking out the reservoir since this plan started, and I haven't seen any more dumping yet. That doesn't exactly mean anything, since we don't know how often it happened before, but in this case, I guess no news is better than nothing.

I want to keep at it for a while longer - whatever happens with the media and whether or not Thunder Corp ends up making a statement about it, I'd rather watch for proof if it worked or not.

Anyone interested in coming with? Or, since I do actually need to sleep at some point, want to schedule shifts or something?

iii - [video]

[caosgo]

[Emmanuel's sitting at his desk at home, in casual clothes, looking a little bit apprehensive. Despite having a job that technically requires public speaking, he's never really addressed the network like this before. But since he hosted the last meeting, there doesn't seem to be a point in hiding his face anymore. There's a rustle of paper, and he looks down. He actually wrote down a few things to say to make sure he'd cover them.]

Hello, everyone. If we haven't met yet, I'm Reverend Hall. [he reaches up to scratch the back of his head.] I'm the minister at St. John's downtown, which is where we had the last meeting. Also, for anyone new, self-defense lessons are held there every Wednesday night.

We discussed a lot of important things the other week, but I noticed something we missed. It seems like the F.A.Q. that gets passed around hasn't updated in a while. I'm not sure if the person who wrote it is still with us...

[he trails off here, frowning, then holds up a hand.]

I mean--not in the morbid sense. Just that they may have forgotten everything. Been...disconnected? I'm not sure we have a term for that yet. Anyway, uh--

[okay, he's rambling. Time to check the list.] I just meant to say that it should probably be updated with a few things, especially since we seem to be getting more new people every day. If necessary, I can take over recording anything important that happens so other people can have the information. This is pretty critical now, I think, because things have been getting steadily more dangerous.

[he sobers here, visually, sitting back and straightening his shoulders.]

I just want to impress it upon everyone, even if you've just connected and you think this is all a joke--there's no harm in being cautious. Please. I don't think any of us want to see anyone else get hurt, or worse. I know someone was trying to gather information on what all of us have to offer, but I'm not sure how far that's gotten. I get that some people still want to be cautious about letting people know who they are here, but if you have any sort of medical expertise, connections, that kind of thing, and you feel brave enough to offer, please do. At the meeting I proposed a mutual fund for anyone that needs it, as well. I can keep track of it, though ideally someone who knows more about making bank accounts untraceable might want to handle that...it could be for anything from emergency food to contact lenses for people who can't really hide their changes.

[as Emmanuel keeps speaking, he gets less hesitant and more focused. He finishes with his hands clasped on the desk in front of him.]

Other than that, I was wondering if anyone had an update on the water situation. I know there was talk about dropping the information to the media, but did that pan out?

[he also writes in a link to said FAQ after his post.]

[ odog | voice ]

[elfstoned]

Well, that was unexpected.

[Aaron's tone is even, measured.]

As of this morning, my number, memories, and all of the paraphernalia that had been cluttering up the clinic's lost and found have returned.

If I forget again, I want everyone on this network to know that they can still come to the clinic safely. The matter was partially explained to me in my amnesiac state, and I promise you, no one will be turned away -- or turned in to the police.

...this may seem a strange thing to say, but I am glad that I remember. Not only for the practical reasons -- after all, it is dangerous to forget that one is in danger.

[He hesitates.]

Forgetting who you are and becoming who you were lets you compare the two side-by-side. I believe I prefer who I am.

[Texted to Mordin, Anthony and Julien, off the network:]

You may already have noticed the athelas on the window, but if you haven't, this is a notice that my memories are back.

❧ 002 ❧ Digital Voice Recorder; Back-dated to September 5th

[dominateartimus]

I don't know if this has been asked on here before, but... [There's a momentary pause, as if he was trying to assemble his words. A shaky exhale is heard before he continues.] Has anyone else experienced war 'pulses'?

[He could have ended it there, keep it short and simple. But there was a another thing on his mind, despite being rather reluctant to share it.]

...There's a possibility that I might not be human anymore.

(no subject)

[amberhearted]

Who: Alexander, Anthony, Bakura, Banagher, Hajime, John, Lyall, Ravindra, Reilanin & Vanessa
Where: Alex & Ravi's apartment
When: Friday, Sept. 13th (ooooh)
What: Movie night!
Warnings: --

[ and so it happened that tonight was a movie night slightly different from the one alex, anthony, john (and ravindra, when he wanted to be included) had grown accustomed to -- namely, the volume of bodies had doubled, plus two. the cats were split in opinion; adhirat sought shelter in ravi's room, while olivia got cozy with anyone who'd give her the time of day and gomez poked around and occasionally darted off.

the more the merrier -- for anthony's sake, partially, as holing up in an apartment couldn't have been very fun (thought alex) while his peers enjoyed (or enjoyed to hate) school. bakura was a friend of his, so alex was more than happy to have him over. lyall could always use a break. hajime had been an invaluable asset at the water bust and seemed like a swell guy. john was an 'of course'; a founding member of movie night and someone alex got along with splendidly. vanessa, well.

vanessa could do with the company of good people. she seemed to get along with banagher fine, too, and alex was fond of both of them.

as for reilanin, he was basically continuing to offer the branch of friendship, or something like it. he'd actually been surprised when she accepted the invitation. as a librarian, she was probably familiar with the movie they'd be watching tonight.

twilight (or the save the earth equivalent of). ]

[ ooc: more or less a mingle log! throw up your own threads, go hog wild, yeah!
here's the apartment layout for reference. they're on the second floor! ]

6th Frost | Voice

[icy_heavens]

[Toushirou sounds rather displeased. What a shocker. What a rare, rare occurrence.]

Bakura, I know this was you. "The Adventures of Bugman and the Green Ninja"? What the hell are you even thinking? Putting something that obvious out there when people have been dragged off the streets for laughing too much?

[Because that's totally where his priorities are right now. Really.]


[[OOC: He's referencing this by the way. Because it needed to happen.]]

02 ✝ [handwritten/action; pen and notepad]

[dancingonapin]

I must be bloody well insane to think that this is going to work, but I suppose I really have no choice now, do I?

[Francis is scribbling some curvy cursive handwriting across a notepad; he was somewhat thankful that he always kept a notepad and pen on him, for emergencies. Though he hadn't thought he'd be needing it for an emergency of this nature...]

If anyone can actually see this, I need some help. I was out on the streets, walking from the coffee shop after my night classes were complete, and I was attacked by two men- one armed with a firearm, though I think it was filled with blanks. He fired a warning shot near me, but I don't see any evidence of a bullet hole anywhere.

They took my phone, they took my wallet, and they beat the ever-living piss out of me. I can't call for any authorities, I can barely move, and I'm a bit isolated here.

[As he writes, blood is dripping from his nose. Wiping it with the back of his hand, blood smears begin getting mixed in with his writing as it appears on the page, though he's not aware of it. He hardly thinks this is going to work, let alone show everything that shows up on the page, writing or blood.]

If someone could send the police... or an ambulance, or both, I would really appreciate it. Lord, this is why we need pay phones. I'm not even sure if anybody can actually see this... Ugh, Francis, of course they can't see this, you're writing to yourself in a notebook.

Well, in case this somehow actually works.

[Francis writes down the address he's located near on the notepad, along with some brief directions to his exact location, and then sets aside his pen, slumping back against the alley wall in frustration.]