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[synonymouswithdookie]

HEY so some of you probably don't remember me which is GREAT because I kind of ignore most of you assholes anyway. I don't know if this is like common knowledge yet since LIKE I SAID I basically try to ignore you for the most part and pretend that none of this shit EXISTS, but I guess the police have magic dogs that can pick us out from people who aren't walking freak shows? WHICH IS AWESOME, RIGHT? I bet it was all over the network at some point, but I'm 100% a giant moron and pretty much never look, so long story short A MAGIC DOG GOT ME and some shitty dickhead cop motherfucker with an ugly face and a big butt arrested me. Did I mention he's an asshole because he is absolutely the biggest asshole fuck him.

Good news is I'm not in jail anymore, hooray for me, right? "BUT RAY HOW DID YOU GET OUT OF JAIL WHEN THEY KNOW YOU'RE ONE OF US :( ?" you may be wondering. Or maybe you don't give a fuck. Well listen up motherfuckers because you're ABOUT to give SUCH a fuck.

I may or may not have completely agreed to act as an informant for the people that want us dead soooooooo that's a thing that's happening now. Detective Slenderman or whatever wants NAMES and I don't want to be DEAD so he's getting his goddamn names.

Now don't worry, I'm not a complete asshole. I'm not going to charge right up to the fucker and sell all of you out, but I can only give the guy fake names and bullshit for so long before he starts catching on and sends the murder patrol to my front door. SO HERE'S HOW THIS IS GOING TO WORK (it probably won't work but I like to pretend to be optimistic): I need volunteers. I need actual REAL LEGIT NAMES to give this dude. Yes that would make life harder for you and YES it would be a giant pain in the ass but maybe we can think of a way to make this work to our advantage somehow? OR you can all just tell me to fuck off and worst case scenario only I have to become dead because I'd rather do that than get anyone else killed. Still though I'd prefer to be ALIVE.

PS: As a general rule, if you're not old enough to drink you're not old enough to volunteer for something this goddamn stupid so you dumbass teenagers can just fuck right off. At the very least nobody's going to be able to accuse me of getting kids mixed up in this.

PPS: I KNOW, I'M A MORON, I GET IT, I'M SORRY, ETC. SHIT HAPPENS, DEAL WITH IT.

(no subject)

[worldmother]

Who: Elly, Daniel & Sara; open to Sierra and Mimi as well
When: Forward-dated to 12/1
What: Finishing up the group project from hell
Warnings: Stupid amounts of scrambling, leftovers and energy drinks


( Slaying the dreaded group project )

Voice

[moralizes]

This echo is giving me unwanted emotions I don't understand so here's a shot in the dark. Does anyone know anything of...uh, well there were quite a few people in the same, Japanese style clothing, they must have been uniforms since the only other explanation for that would be some kind of cult and I'm pretty sure I wasn't in a cult. I don't want to be in a cult. Anyway, all black, those pleated pants. I googled it, they're called hakama? I...fought a girl, all around small she was short and slim hair in a bun, with a strangely shaped sword. I guess on behalf of a man - with some kind of white coat? His face was creepy, I don't quite know how to describe it.

So if any of these things sound familiar to you, anything you can tell me would be great, I'm entirely in the dark here and feeling this badly when I'm not entirely sure why I should isn't a good time.

008 >> nov 24 - midday - voice

[hollowleg]

Hey, cop type people.

Where do you keep the sniffy-sniffy dogs?

Just asking, you know. No reason. In particular.

Hehehehe...



Oh. I got this weird pulse and I can't explain it. I think it's like a sixth sense because it doesn't make any sense in the context of my other senses. Wow I said "sense" a lot there. But it's like... I can tell where people are... and like... their "auras"? Or some bullshit like that? Maybe sensing straight up life energy. This also tells me how tasty they'd be if I ate them and that's pretty horrifying. But anyone know of anything like this? Hnn.

First Note

[allformii_ko]

[The feed begins on video, but for some reason… Nothing is there. Is something wrong with the network…?

After a second, a cat hesitantly approaches the “camera”, sniffing at it and lifting a paw in the air, tentatively batting at it. It’s only when the paw actually hits the “camera” that she bolts away again, this time taking even longer to come back. If your character is still watching at this point, they’ll get to see her staring curiously at the screen for a bit longer. Surely this cat can’t actually be…?]

What is this thing? And why are there so many people inside?

[…All said in the voice of a young teenage girl. Having apparently forgotten her fear entirely, she leans down to press her nose against the “camera”, clearly trying to investigate all the secrets it holds.]

What? What do you mean pe--

[There is a woman's voice off camera, somewhat familiar despite also being quite new. A face comes into focus, and at first she appears to be smiling, focusing down on the cat. Until she realizes what's going on however.

No, she couldn't have figured out how to use her tablet. She couldn't have somehow turned on the network. The dawning realization is quite apparent on the young woman's face as she quickly looks at her cat.

This definitely wasn't how she intended to have this happen.]

Mimi, what did you do?

I pushed it some times! And then there were people inside!

[Mimi places a paw on it as she beams at Elly, clearly quite proud of herself. Look! She did a thing!]

[There's a very audible groan as she picks the cat up, pokes the screen a few times, and sighs.]

So. Hi.

This was not how I intended to ask this. Okay.

Um. My cat just started talking yesterday, and I don't know why. Um, I guess she's one of us now? Maybe?

[Yeah, this sounded just as stupid out loud as it did in her head. She winces a bit. Mimi why now?]

((OOC: Normal text is Mimi, Red is Elly worldmother!))

1 ➵ text; action

[anequal]

so.

when the doctor checked my head all he said i had was a concussion. last time i checked concussions didn't come with weird dreams/hallucinations/visions/whatever of giant naked ladies chasing you and i definitely didn't know this number before i woke up.

it's either i'm totally crazy now or they gave me the wrong medicine or i'm not actually imagining there's some kind of weird underground society that i'm suddenly part of? is this for real?

[action; Locke City University Hospital]

[This post is made from a hospital room, where one Anthony Albert is lying on a bed with his phone, typing away and scrolling through the network he just discovered. Around his head is some bandages and he's got some bandaids and other small scrapes on his face and hands from his light accident with a bad driver earlier.

This is nuts. He's also bored. The boy tosses his phone down on the mattress after a few minutes and rolls onto his side with a loud sigh.]

I'm definitely going insane.