o1 ; text

[pheromonecoffee]

Does anybody know where I can find a drink called Mad Bull?

Because I am having a serious craving.

text; smartphone

[skycutter]

[Okay so Miles was supposed to announce recent findings to everyone but now that someone's sorta-maybe said he's a member of the Keys? Uh yeah fuck no.

Time to be choosy as to whom he gives info to.]

i need an adult. several adults really. i've got information on something and i think talking to adults are the way to go right now.

scientists, doctors, military, ex-military, holding high positions, adults like that. and didn't we have someone in the police or something? responsible, reasonable ones, that's what i'm saying.

but if someone tries to impersonate a cop AGAIN i'm ending the transmission right there. i'm being pretty serious right now.

[Because there's a dude stuck to the wall by metal pieces and chains in his old industrial building and he wants said dude out. Like yesterday.]

015 ♦ Open

[peacefulwinter]

[1 - open]
Ladies and gentlemen, Winter is back in her element: school has started. And even if she's not on the student council anymore, she's peppy and vigilant. She can't exactly tell people off anymore, but then, that wasn't really why she was there in the first place. And it frees her up a little more to do other things. To pay attention to things she wasn't before. And it's giving her time to really be herself again.

Anyone that was watching Winter from before the break, and hadn't since, would notice a changed girl - where before she seemed like she was in a darkness nothing could pierce, now she was smiling and upbeat, and there's almost no sign of the former remorse she held over her demotion. Her leg's out of the cast now, too. All in all, she seems much better than before, and it seems like people are noticing. There are whispers from the corners of classrooms and the cafeteria, and if you're looking hard, the student council advisor can be seen peeking from around a hallway corner, retreating with a small smile.

Without her usual duties to take up her time, Winter can be found in the cafeteria during lunch, and will be floating around the school for a little while after classes get out before she leaves. Here, at least, she looks a little restless; what else was she going to do with her time now, since she didn't have a "club" anymore?

[2 - closed to Skyler]
Economics class, just before lunch. Winter was very much a numbers and logic person; she took to charts like the back of her hand. This was her class, and with the holiday to restore her presence, you could feel it, almost. She managed to finish the classwork in no time flat, and then sat back to review it for a moment before relaxing.

She took a moment to survey the class; this one was a rarity, in that none of her numbered friends were here... wait, check that. Two rows over, the kid with the spiky hair... he looked familiar from somewhere...

The teacher had encouraged them to work together on this worksheet, but she'd blazed through it alone; perhaps he'd like a little help? It's only a moment later before she slides into the newly-empty seat right next to her target, carrying her worksheet and a pale purple pencil bag. "Are you doing all right on this? If you want, I could maybe help you a little?"

008. action. closed.

[strikeraid]

Who: Skyler (strikeraid) and Helene (spellfire)
When: January 04, last Saturday, around noon-ish?
Where: In an abandoned warehouse in Key territory
What: OuO Friendly sparring! Friendly. Please. Oh my god don't kill him

( takin her to taco bell )

[Closed-ish] Swift as the coursing river

[shortspoken]

Who: Annabellie and her victims students
What: 3DMG lessons
When: Nowish
Where: The forest just off Chloe's ranch

( With all the force of a great typhoon )

fef [text w/picture]

[vanisland]

I forgot to mention this earlier but apparently the numbernet gave me the perfect white elephant gift for Christmas. Which I usually don't even celebrate.

( Cut for image! Ignore the maid, focus on the tie. )

It was made of actual fish so I threw it out. Who even makes a tie out of fish? That has got to be the most pointless thing ever and I know Arthur is going to fixate on it when he sees it.

Oh, and whoever sent me almost child porn, you are VERY lucky you sent that by numbernet. Not that you had another option.

Anyway, neither of those things are actually relevant to why I'm posting right now. Put simply, I seem to have hit a point where I don't think I can get anything else from just sitting at home chatting with random people. Since a lot of what I've received is an unsolvable mystery on its own I need a few more pulsing echoes, and the best way I can think to do that is to just stare the enemy in the face before I run away like a little girl since I can't actually do anything to them.

Short version is, I need protection so I can get more stuff and more ideas as to how to get more stuff without needing protection.

(no subject)

[darkhourdear]

Who: Matthias and Phillip
What: BABYSITTING. also echos probably.
When: Friday evening/night
Where: Phillip's house!

( at least there's no contract )

1st Bravery | [Video]

[radiantchicken]

[The video feed cuts on to reveal a small blue and red parrot peeking in.]

Hello? Hello? Did I do this right?

[He sort of ruffles his feathers in a self-important manner.]

I think I got through.

[There is a satisfied parrot nod as he continues.]

If so many of you have special powers, then why has no one gone after Debo Iceage? I don't know what he is, but he has to be the one responsible for this weather!

[It is cold for this tropical parrot who has just found himself out in the wild in the middle of winter in Locke City.]

He caused the Ice Age, and now he's trying to kill everyone again! He must be stopped!

[Yes, this parrot genuinely believes that A. a monster was responsible for the Ice Age, and B. the monster is currently out there for the defeating. Poor parrot.]

002 ✮ handwritten/hand-drawn text

[centurian]

[ Even if there were other important matters on his mind, Gerald Vakarian had been thinking about one thing in particular since the New Year began. So, after a productive day (or as productive as police officers stating "we've told you all we know about ThunderCorp, Agent Vakarian" in ten different ways can be"), he figures it's time to give this strange network a whirl yet again.

This time, he connects via a piece of paper, and he can't quite say that it makes him comfortable. Thankfully, his bold text doesn't quite give that away. ]

SO, SEEING HOW THIS IS ALL NOT A DREAM, I WAS WONDERING IF ANY OF YOU COULD TELL ME WHAT SORT OF THING THIS IS.

[ What follows is an assortment of images clearly glued onto paper by someone who is not a professional artist. ]



[ . . . ]

ACTUALLY... SCRATCH THAT.

( cut for more fail!images )