Text -> Action; Here is your wine, And your drunken fall...

[shut_up_idiot]

[ The note is written on a napkin, the letters a bit wonky and uneven but still relatively legible. ]

What if these memory things are just like little parasites taking over our brains what if in the end it'll up being them walking around instead of us like were just some kind of hosts like in a bad sci-fi movie

I just want it to stop it's messed up fucked up and I'm getting really sick of it I just want my blasted life back!!!

[Action]

[ Evening has made it's way into night and the bar Youou finally ended up in after he had left his apartment in a blind panic isn't as crowded as it was when he first arrived. He's sitting by the bar on the seat closest to the door and while he's not completely plastered he's still working his way up to getting pretty well drunk. You might recognize him from his sporadic appearances on the network, or you might not.

On the bar, close to his left hand and easily visibly for anyone getting close enough, lies a napkin just like the ones delivered with the drinks served on which he's scribbled something. From a first glance it looks like just someone's drunken ramblings, albeit of the weird and paranoid kind, and what those numbers on top of it are supposed to mean could just be anyone's guess. Of course if someone were to guess that this was to allow said drunken ramblings to be viewed on a secret network, well, they would be absolutely right. At the moment Youou is not really sure why he decided that this message was so important that it had to be sent right here and now, apart from the fact that it seemed like a really good idea at the time, but he's also not exactly inclined to care much about it either. ]


[ooc: This post is backdated to monday evening/night.]

007 ♦ action -> handwritten

[peacefulwinter]

[Just another day at school, thankfully with nothing untoward happening, other that than weird buzzing noise she's put up with since Saturday. As much as she's trying not to worry about it, it's starting to grate even on her... but maybe it was better to leave this one to the others. They could at least defend themselves if something came up. All she could do was hide and try to patch them up after, and that only through mundane means.

That thought had gotten through her morning, bringing her to lunchtime; she wasn't one of the many that chose to eat lunch outside while it was still nice, so she sat in the cafeteria, pondering the world's mysteries while she ate, and listening to the others speaking around her.

...Right up until the conversation suddenly became one-sided, and one of the other girls nearby started to ask questions. Winter came back to herself, then, and took a closer look: the one that had been speaking just fine a moment ago was now totally passive, staring into space and precious little of note beyond physically being present and occasionally offering a slightly spacey response to a question, after a delay. While it worried her, it happened often enough - though perhaps not to this severity - that she didn't really dwell on it, and after the girl snapped back to reality a few minutes later, she almost forgot about the incident entirely.

And she wouldn't have thought about it anymore at all, except that it happened again just a few minutes later, as another girl seemed to space out right next to her. This time, she became concerned right away, and put a hand on the girl's shoulder, starting to ask if she was okay, and getting back a dreamy "I'm fine" in response. This was starting to really creep her out, and to make matters worse, she could feel... something stirring. After a moment's considering, she realized the feeling, and zoned out for a moment herself, though for a completely different reason: an Echo. Not-her and several others, including the pink-haired girl, were watching a TV report... people were collapsing... and then a sharp thud behind her, and several adults were on the floor behind them. She didn't catch everything, but a chill ran through her heart at not-her calling for her mother to wake up. That left her badly spooked as the feeling passed, to the point that the girls were now asking if she was okay. Reassuring them, Winter quickly excused herself, no longer hungry, and escaped to the student council room, currently deserted, and pulled a notebook out of her bag, starting with her number and continuing to write in a very shaky hand:]

Something's wrong... two random people just completely spaced out right in front of me, for no discernible reason. I know it's not totally unusual, but... I have a bad feeling. Has anyone else noticed anyone just... zoning out? If not, maybe I'm just overreacting. But I'm starting to learn that we can't be too careful.

☾ 002 [video - laptop]

[aetos]

[Roy generally prefers to use text on this network, but considering that this is a special case he flips the video feed on his laptop on. Here, numbers club, have a rather nervous-looking boy on your network.

But not only does he look mildly panicked, he actually looks...kind of sickly. His skin has taken on a somewhat ashen tone, and beads of sweat are periodically running down his face.

There's a slight tremble in his voice when he talks, probably not altogether caused just by his distress.]

There's a sparkling rock the size of a golf ball in my fist.

Please say someone knows how to get it out.

[ Text - Phone ]

[selfassured]

Hypothetical question.

Do we, as a collective group, have some sort of plan B just in case someone happened to spot something 'usual' and proceeded to scream about it?

And may have potentially screamed in a public place. With several people around who may or may not have had a degree of authority.

[Closed] You've stained your skin and I won't stick around...

[dominateartimus]

Who: Ravindra Savarna & Xander Jarle
Where: Near the Tuning Towers
When: September 25th, early evening
What: While investigating the buzzing noise, two former army comrades encounter each other.

( Long enough to count the hearts that hit the ground. So long ago... Was I one of them? )

[closed]

[respecting]

Who: Beat and Russel
Where: Football field
When: During Tuesday practice
What: Discovering strange phenomena while tackling their teammate silly.

( We in trouble )

(12) a reminder and a suggestion (in voice)

[dorkytracksuit]

Right, so. Just a reminder to everyone out there that if you need a place to hide cause of the pulses, feel free to come to the safe house, it's still pretty much open, and so you can even sleep on a bed. The sheets and bedding are there. I'd say bring clothes if you can, but we have some spares from goodwill so if you need to make a quick escape try not to think about it too much.

Other than that I guess I was wondering if anyone has ever gotten a memory of.. Well, of dying, from one of those pulses. Did someone ask that before? I'm pretty sure someone already asked that...


Someone said that buzzing get's worse in certain places, I'm willing to bet that it's probably because of something bad going down, maybe even some sign of our weird animal mutating grue friends from before.

Like hell if I'm going to sit around and wait for that shit. If anyone else wants to come and look around, let me know, there's safety in numbers after all.

If you're going to investigate, please remember to bring something you can use to protect yourself, and also, be careful not to go alone and not to get caught. We lost one kid already and I don't think we need to add anymore bodies to the count.


[ooc: made a bit after]

OKAY NEW PLAN: we should BLOW UP the tuning tower.

[Voice, by phone]

[steinsgatehaschosen]

Dogs of The Organization! Don't think that I haven't figured out what you're up to. Cunning puppeteers as you think yourselves to be, you have all been dancing in the palm of my hand!

Listen, and listen well: I am the deranged mad scientist, Hououin Kyouma! What I desire is the destruction of the ruling structures of society! Many have sought to have me eliminated, but all have failed before my dizzying intellect, which surpasses Thomas Edison and Einstein!

You have been warned. If you intend to continue with this fool's game, then you will suffer the most dire of consequences!

text ==> video;

[drama8om8]

So I believe I recently made an incredibly unfortun8 error in judgement and declared the pink light pulse to be the worst pulse ever. What with the buzzing and the migraine I got l8r and the assumption that I didn't get shit from it. I thought it was a bust! A stupid dumb lamey-lame loser pulse for chumps.
8ut! As of today, certain things have come to light. I am an incredibly m8ture and modest individual and this is me st8ting publically, for the record, that I was ABSOLUTELY WRONG. 8)

( Cut for image, not icly here! )

[General Log] Tuning Towers, Sept. 22 onward.

[theearth]

Who: Any and all!
Where: The site of Tuning Towers (and/or en route accordingly), at the heart of the business district in Locke City's downtown.
When: September 22nd and onward.
What: Following that mysterious buzzing sound to its strongest point! Perhaps you made plans with numbered associates for a trip downtown, or perhaps you went a-wandering alone to follow the noise yourself - surely you'll hardly be the only one.

( THE BUZZING INTENSIFIES. )

[closed] the best introductions are the oddest

[flamberge]

Who: Banagher Links, Kanti Singh, Richard Locke
When: 9/24
Where: By Tuning Towers
What: Best way to start a conversation is by throwing up on someone's shoes. Oh glowing a bit helps, too.

( pretend this is witty )

01: phone textage

[synonymouswithdookie]

So after a few months of being in complete denial that I am quite possibly at least a little bit insane, I decided to check out this... magical psychic hotline number network thingy. Or whatever it is. I've come to the conclusion that you are all straight up batshit, and that I probably shouldn't have bothered for the sake of my own mental well being.

But fuck it. Work's dead and I don't have anything better to do right now.

But no seriously are you real people or am I just texting my brand new imaginary friends or something. Maybe you are people. Maybe you're evil telemarketers, and telemarketer technology has advanced to the point of transmitting numbers directly into people's brains. Or no better yet, maybe it's an elaborate government spy tool or something. I don't THINK anyone drilled anything into my skull during basic, but it could happen. Maybe THE MAN is watching me text crazyness to myself RIGHT NOW through my own brain.

Dear Government, if this is you get the fuck out of my brain before I set you on fire.

(just in case this IS the government, i won't actually set you on fire I'M SORRY)

action --> video;

[sassymaru]

( [ACTIONSPAM -- for Hospital] )

[VIDEO START]
[And sometime after the initial shock wears off, and his phone is retrieved, a very disheveled looking man lying in a hospital bed, bandaged and pale, is holding the device up in one hand, like he's trying to see himself and record at the same time.]

[This is a terrible time for selfies, sir.]

I suppose that asking if anyone can hear me is a foolish question. However... I'll ask it anyway.

[He smirks a little.]

I'm so very intrigued to find out who it is I'll be speaking to in such covert means. A secret network? You have my attention.

Takenaka Yuji -- [He inclines his head, as best he can.] -- At your service.

closed action.

[erenplz]

who: Mikasa and Beat.
what: SO HOW ABOUT THEM SKYLIGHTS.
where: on the way home from the movies.
when: evening of the 21st.

( i am jack's witty cut text )