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[septette]

[ This particular post on the network consists of a large couplet of paragraphs written entirely in French, though peppered with some familiar phrases, such as 'Locke' and a few other notable establishments in the more wealthy area of the city.

For those able to read it, it's incredibly, incredibly purple and over-descriptive, almost laughably so. It seems to be some sort of personal blog or journal, based on the first-person chronicle of someone's weekend and a day at school. The speaker also has an over-inflated ego, based on the amount of times she reiterates how talented she is.

To anyone familiar with Roselle Delacroix, eighth grade student of Locke City Middleschool, it should be pretty obvious it's her.

At the end, there are a few sentences in English in a different tone, as though the person intended to write a completely different entry. An e-mail, most likely. ]

Apologies for not returning those sheet notes for 3rd movement in C minor. I had meant to give them back before the holidays. I will send them via post, since it seems you're still out of town? The buses do not go quite that far away, I'm afraid.

- R

[Text]

[lightsoflife]

I believe I've received a new echo, but haven't been able to determine exactly what it is. All that I can say for sure is that somehow I'm able to hear something from the past through it and that it may have done something to my phone.

What I know is that when I saw Danny a few days ago, my phone began vibrating. This was in itself odd, because I didn't have it set to vibrate. Danny was somehow the caller on the phone, despite the fact that I could see he didn't have his phone out. The call consisted of only one line, which Danny later confirmed to be something he said days ago in a conversation I wasn't witness to. A check afterwards showed no record that a call had been made at that time.

Further attempts to duplicate this have failed thus far, so it's difficult to say what happened precisely. Has anyone experienced anything similar?

[CLOSED]

[keywarding]

Who: Holly (keywarding), Banagher (argents), Elly (worldmother) & Ethan (moonlitblade)
When: December 21st, afternoon (backdated)
Where: Out and about Locke City
What: While shopping for some last minute presents a run in with the Blood Key's gets ugly and Holly gets herself a pretty ... pink weapon?
Warnings: Violence, adorable present shopping?

( Wonderful day for some last minute shopping. )

[Video | In a skype window on her laptop]

[blind_devotion]

[The video feed is coming through her laptop, which she's holding out in front of her. She's outside, standing outside her front door, and looking rather uncomfortable.]

Sorry I only use this network when I need help, but, well...I need it. See, I had one of those echo...pulse...things last night. And I don't know what to do with - hey!

[She protests as something large and white enters from the side of the screen. It's a horse's head, aggressively and affectionately nuzzling against her hair. The image oscillates wildly as Alexa tries to fend its affections off while still holding up the laptop.]

Stop it! I can't! Down! Whoa! Uh, stop? Ugh...

[The image stabilizes into Alexa's face, this time with the horse in the background. She's looking pleadingly into the camera.]

Yeah, this happened. I don't know how to take care of a horse - and I have an upstairs apartment, Where am I going to keep her? - so, uh. Help? Any ideas?

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[centurian]

[ The whole thing was completely unbelievable, there was no doubt about that. Who would've thought that typing random numbers into your phone after a search for cough syrup would turn up an untraceable network filled with what looked like bunch of crazy people? At least, calling them "crazy" seemed like the most likely conclusion. It occurs to him that he really should be doing his job, but sheer curiosity kept him looking through the posts.

Besides, it could all be related to his assignment. Somehow (okay, that was maybe reaching just a little, but what exactly can a guy do?). So, he begins to type on his phone, not quite sure what sort of person will turn up. ]

So let me guess: This is all an elaborate viral advertising campaign for cough syrup, right?

[ Well crap. Sarcasm doesn't quite translate that well through text, now does it? Still, it seemed like the better option than broadcasting either his face or voice, where (to the right person) he might as well just say "FBI agent here! Ask me about my entire life". ]

Unless any of you have a better explanation. Because from where I'm sitting, cough syrup advertising still looks a lot more likely than "aliens" and "robots".

[ Still, as they always say, sometimes "the truth is stranger than fiction". ]

route 01; text via laptop

[substitutable]

All right. I've spent the last few days lurking on this network trying to get an idea of what this is and the only definite conclusion I've drawn is that it's best not to ignore it.

Apparently I'm going to be getting a lot of "flashbacks" to an alternate-universe or alternate-timeline or pre-incarnation self's life and sometimes I get souvenirs from it. Also there are people trying to find and cause trouble with the people in this network and Thunder Corps is to be watched out for? That's the general idea I'm getting.

Anyway, I'll go by Shin here. I'm a week in to this "Numbers Club" thing and all I have so far is a memory of beating some stranger at a 1P shooter game. And possibly a bottle of Coca Cola. Nice to meet you all I guess?

Voice + Video;

[searchforpeace]

Now that the holidays are almost finished...

[And with that, Audrey offers a long sigh. An absolutely exhausted one.]

It seems my father is becoming increasingly more agitated with me remaining here. I can't blame him, with the earthquakes and bombings. The reports of violence aren't really endearing the town to him either.

[She pauses there and offers softly.]

I do wonder though if perhaps leaving wouldn't be the best solution for most of us. Sometimes.

[That's enough of that.]

More to the point though... it seems some of you have found things, yes?

[She flips on camera on her phone now and the first thing one sees is red, red, a whole lot of red fabric with gold trimmings. The cape is laid out neatly atop Audrey's bed.]

I admit, it is striking.

[closed now!] zombie season has been extended

[sugarslice]

Who: Angeline, open!
When: Saturday, December 28th, ~5PM (sunset, or thereabouts)
Where: Locke City
What: Anthony's video post gave Angeline an Echo in which she, too, became a zombie, albeit temporarily.
Warnings: Zombieness, possible cannibalism (probs just nibbles.)

[ after anthony had pointed out her newest echo, angeline ran out of the coffee shop she'd been chilling in like hell was on her heels. she kept her head low and hooded, and her hands gloved, such that it wouldn't be terribly obvious that she was, in fact, a zombie at first glance.

she may:
- literally run into someone
- be waiting at a bus stop
- ??? i have no idea, i'm playing this by ear ]

( OOC: SOME USEFUL INFO )

[closed]

[stillshrill]

Who: Amell persuaderoll and Anders stillshrill
When: December 24, after those minor echoes ...
Where: Daylen's apartment of mysteriously appearing mage robes
What: Anders still thinks this is all an extremely elaborate prank courtesy of Improv Everywhere. Daylen thinks he's been drugged, possibly by Improv Everywhere. No one should trip alone.
Warnings: Bad language probably, I don't know

( didn't anybody tell you this river's full of lost sharks )

010 >> dec 29 - evening- text

[hollowleg]

so what danny said about me is true. i took a bite out of him. it was my fault, for sure, because i forgot my lunch that day and haha so hungry. anyway i've been trying my very best to stay away from people but i have to go back to work soon or else i won't have any money

SO first part of this post is to tell you all to avoid the Magnificent Bakery on Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Those are the days I work. It's numbers club people that are most in danger. i'm usually ok if i make sure to eat.

the other thing is… does the word "Hollow" mean anything to anyone here? I found out that's what I am. they're these… ghosts, I guess. Monsters, obake. Spirits who have wandered the earth so long that they get overcome by their despair and mutate into monsters with skull-like masks, and eat other ghosts and people to try and fill the holes in their hearts. Are those a "thing" for anyone else?

… i'm not sure what to do. is there a cannibals anonymous?


oh. I hope everyone enjoyed their gifts. there were no human body parts in the cookies i promise. just sugar and flour and happiness.

[PRIVATE: BROOKE REYNOLDS]

Hey, you're a mortician, right? I need human… flesh, i guess. anything you can spare. bones, organs, whole limbs. anything.

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[talkshitgetsis]

The holidays are a time for giving. It is with this in mind that I urge all of you to set aside a few dollars in the name of Wikipedia.org. Wikipedia.org is the fifth most visited website on the internet, and relies almost solely upon donations to fund itself and keep itself running. We on the network know the importance of a safe place in which we can share vital information to those who would otherwise be vulnerable without it. Every few months, Wikipedia is put in danger of having to start giving in to advertising in order to pay their bills. Just as you wouldn't want to cover a beautiful public park in litter and muck, Wikipedia needs to stay a clean, safe place focused solely on spreading free knowledge to anyone who seeks it.

Donations can be made here, ranging from a minimum of three U.S dollars, to the limits of your generosity.

If you have any questions about donating I'll answer them to the best of my ability. Thank you for your time.

- R.I





[ooc: just to clarify, this is purely an IC thing for humorous purposes only. i'm not actually attempting to get anyone to donate to wikipedia]

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[jasminebloominginshadow]

Who: Winter, Jasmine, and anyone who agreed to come here, as well as anyone who could have believably heard about it and wishes to celebrate Winter's birthday
When: December 29th, afternoon
Where: Winter's family's home
What: Someone's getting a surprise party

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[text, phone, forward-dated to January 4]

[15minuteslate]

so the roommate situation is officially fucked

I can't hide the pajamas and the magically-changing six-foot sword forever, and every time I come back injured, I have to dodge a lot of real uncomfortable questions

anyone in the numbers club looking for a roommate? pref. in the city, commuting from the suburbs ain't worth it, not for this job

uh...I don't have pets but I don't mind them, I don't smoke, and I'd rather parties get thrown somewhere else because some of us have to open coffeeshops at fuck o'clock a.m. on sunday mornings

[OOC NOTE: anyone who is sensitive to spirit energy/souls will start feeling like there's one really stupidly powerful soul wandering around the city during the holidays. Mamoru has Ichigo's nuclear-reactor-of-spirit-energy back, but no idea that he does. If anyone wants to action-thread your character finding out that this source is Mamoru, feel free to action-thread in this post! Just say where you are. Mamoru works at a Starbucks near the business district and teaches martial arts classes to kids at the Y and to Numbers Club members on Wednesday nights at Emmanuel Hall's church, so feel free to run into him there, or just on the street!]