[closed] each day past

[betroth]

Who: Tallest Shingeki (toobig) & Shortest Shingeki (betroth)
When: Tuesday aftertoon, 12/03
Where: The park
What: Just a little meeting of colossal proportions.

( and every day forward! )

They say it's your birthday

[not_good_not_wicked]

Who: Whoever saw this post, or who might have heard about it from some third party.
What: Marisa turns 18, goes for laser tag and pizza.
Where: The mall. Later, Marisa's house.
When: Dec 1, so before the school madness went down. Starting mid afternoon and continuing on through the night.
Warning: Minors in possession

( Okay seriously this is the last Marisa post for a while. )

Third Bullet; writing/notebook totally posted right before busted

[dyingtohealyou]

[He'd had his notebook open on the Network as usual when the cops arrived. He hadn't realized they would be so upfront about it, and in his haste to at least warn people, the note comes out scrawled just before he dashes a single squiggling line over it in a haphazard attempt to make it somewhat less readable.

But if you squint, the message is definitely there.]

They got us

[He'll be too busy getting arrested to respond to anyone, but on the other hand he's not exactly around to moderate if people decide to talk, either.]

Sixteenth Message [Video | Sheet of Paper]

[scramasax]

[As with a certain previous post, the visual coming through this connection is of nothing but a ceiling. For anything it's worth, it is not the same ceiling as last time.

Voice likely fully-recognizable of course, however, to anyone who's heard it - dragging a bit low, anxious but less so than a weary. Nerve-racked and laid flat and unwilling to move much. Rather mumbling.]

...This is Anthony Janvier. -- Is... erm... [Short cough, and then quicker.] Everyone all - right...?

[This is very largely prompted by yesterday. Is Mr. Lyall all right, he wonders, in case anyone would know. The question is broader than that, with a couple other specific points of immediate concern, across the board at this point, if more intent where more immediate.]

Also, it's uh. -- Nice to meet you. Everyone who's connected recently... [Also very mumbled but forcing a lighter tone - a but breathier in a trade-off.] I've, uhm. -- I've been -- I'm -- one of the people who -- has been connecting since April, if er -- ...if -- uhm - tell me if there's anything I can - I might be able to -- help with - please...

[Drift-off's more absent than unsure - that was said semi-compulsively and with both thoughts out of the way there's nothing more coming to mind to be said.




Post the earthquake, however, he is back in - and that is to say in - not-at-all-life-like face and all, glazed eyes wide, leaning intently over the page and slouched over it - shaking his head slightly and looking down - voice not much more or less hushed than it was previously but shaking, more breathless, certainly - ]

I'm sorry -- I'm sorry -- is -- ? [Hard swallow - a sudden oddly wild-eyed glance up from the paper - and back down after a tight blink shut.] Is everyone all - all right -- I'm... -- Sorry...

[In truth he really isn't even for reprising just about the same thing so soonHe does not drop it this time. Stays hovering and in-sight intently over the paper, unsteadily, with the occasional almost woozy sway or look aside. Another swallow at some point - any word will do...!]

01 ☄ video

[chernobolt]

[the feed begins with a close-up (very close) of a young woman, staring intently at the screen of whatever she's written the numbers on. realizing that she's managed to trigger something she gasps softly and pulls back, surprise quickly turning to quizzical delight]

Ah! I did not think that anything would actually happen.

[she claps her hands together lightly before continuing to speak. as she talks more it becomes apparent that she has a soft Ukrainian accent - not enough to impede understanding, but fairly noticeable]

Although I am sorry, but I still not not understand what the purpose of these numbers are for. Is this part of the sorority fogging which I have heard so much about? I was under the impression that it would involve more verbal berating and possibly a malevolent figure with a knife?

[someone's been watching too many cult classics...]

Not that this is not fascinating as well! It is just that I am going to be taking the finals very soon and I still have a paper on nucleosynthesis to edit and also I do not...actually remember signing up for rushing anywhere.

[this is actually the only thing that's been bothering Kara about the whole discovery. shouldn't she have been given a little more official notice of this kind of thing? the recruitment for sororities had happened so long ago anyway, it seemed a bit delayed even if she had actually signed up.

but she doesn't let that bother her for long, recovering with a blithe shrug. things would work themselves out.]

Still, it is good to meet you all who are also wading through the fog! My name is Apollinariya Volodymyrivna Miroshnychenko, and I hope that we will all be friends. If anyone here is needing assistance, I would love to do whatever I can.

[it takes her a moment to realize that she's instinctively given her real name when introducing herself again. Kara flushes in embarrassment, grin becoming sheepish as she tucks a strand of bright red hair that's escaped from her messy updo behind her ear]

Also...you may call me Kara if it is easier. I understand that perhaps mine is not the simplest name to say in this place.

everybody everywhere dig downwards [closed]

[somesayinfire]

Who: Brooke Reynolds, Danny Fenton
When: The evening of December 3rd
Where: Brooke's apartment; then, underground
What: Danny's taking Brooke down to the big buzzing rock to see what either one of them can do to it.

( i'm looking for energy everywhere )

1 - Handwritten on paper.

[dragon_blossom]

What is this? I've been ignoring this number blaring in my head for long enough. I've just been trying to ignore everything going on in my head lately and it's been driving me more and more insane, more insane than the hearing and seeing things and the number I can't get out of my head already should make me.

So I give up. If all of you are really really real talk to me and I probably won't go see a psychiatrist, and then tell me what I'm even supposed to be doing, if anything. And if it's actually someone's fault come out with it and I probably won't kill you.

Excuse me while I go look at whatever you've all been talking about and if it's all in my head then maybe I'll write a story about all of it? Turn my crazy into cold hard cash.

-- Marina Santana.

26th Howl [Audio | Backdated to late Monday night]

[professorwolf]

I'm back. I'm out. I don't know just how much they've decided about me, but I'm out. Richard Locke-- excuse me, Karl-- he let me out. It wasn't his decision to put me in there, they just decided I was suspicious all on their own.

[He sounds tired. And annoyed. And displeased with life in general. He has had a day, network peeps.]

I will not be in class tomorrow. I'm just too tired. The day after that, we'll see.

[He's going to have to be careful, going forward. More careful. So careful. He can't implicate himself further, but worse, he can't implicate any of his students and friends. He's sure they're watching, now.]

10th Frost | Action

[icy_heavens]

Who: Toushirou, Ethan, and later Phillip
When: December 2nd, afternoon
Where: At the middle school, and on the way home
What: So Toushirou found out Winter got taken away by the cops. He's a tad angry about it and a couple of the other Numbered kids want to know what's up with him.

( There are two things a person should never be angry at, what they can help, and what they cannot. )

007M; action; [CLOSED]

[toobig]

Who: stupid boyfriends Bertholdt Fubar and Ryan Brown
What: Christmas decoration! Talkin' 'bout Echoes.
Where: Their apartment.
When: December 1st
Warnings: sappy boyfriends, that's it. maybe body horror tho.
( there's nothing I could write here that wouldn't be really sappy and embarrassing )