007 - {Text}

[talkshitgetsis]

It's starting to aggravate me a little.

For a "network" we don't really communicate with each other very well as far as the information most pertinent to our situation goes. Do I have to wait for another earthquake to bury a bunch of people alive before I know what's going on? We're all a part of this, so maybe if some of you thought about speaking up and publicly sharing what you know outside your close friends, other people wouldn't have to get hurt.

This network is a very important tool that I see predominately used for "Check out this thing I got back." or "Let me tell you about x memory about y." Every bit of information should be readily available for everyone to see. You all laughed at me for asking for donations for Wikipedia, but having an open space for important, possibly life saving information is of the utmost importance. When you don't share such information freely, all you're doing is stepping on others and keeping them down whether you admit it or not. Keeping a low profile about anything is only going to get innocent people killed.

I should know whether or not I'm going to have to worry about being killed tomorrow.

I'll close this by stating that I'm anticipated your chorus of boos, and recognize someone like myself doesn't have quite the "clout" for making such a brash statement. That's exactly my point, and I don't really care. I'm just like all of you, just exactly the same. If we're supposed to save the world, we're already setting ourselves up for failure, if you ask me. I urge you to reconsider the way you've been conducting business.

[Video; Laptop]

[youngestone]

[Killian is grinning! For once! He's excited and really this is just great]

Guess who's got a second job?

[He jerks his thumb towards his chest]

You know that kinda-big hardware store, Thorsson's? Apparently they've got a smithy in the back of one and the owner himself saw my jewelery work and hired me to make jewelery and stuff for them. It's just part-time so I'm still working at the stables and I'll still take private commissions but yeah. If you need me and I'm not answering my phone or the network, try there.

Pick your adventure. Even if it might not be unexpected.

[disdainfully]

Who: Thorir and YOU!
When: 28.1 or any other time this week

A. A charity gala - OTA

( Read more... )

B. The park - OTA

( Read more... )

C. The family's apartment - Open to everyone with suitable Pre-CR, including friends of his kids

( Read more... )

D. Job applications in the company's main office - OTA

( Read more... )

E. "Wild Card" - OTA

( Read more... )

❧ 008 ❧ Digital voice recorder

[dominateartimus]

[The recording starts with catching the last bit of an exhale and the start of a cat's purr, but it wasn't loud enough to drown out Xander. He sounds fairly calm despite reading off something that was pre-written.

Anyone who attended the meeting on the 25th would recognize this voice as the one that snapped at David Proud for not having any deactivation mechanism in his statues before continuing to act hostile towards him. He was also the same person who was escorting people out, sometimes by the shadows.]

Against my better judgement, I thought I was capable of handling several incidents. I have made this post to announce my resignation from assisting the network and that includes the mission I have volunteered myself for.

[There's a brief pause, as if he was waiting for something to happen. But, there's no chuckle, nothing to defeat his sincerity.]

...I'm sorry for doing this, but it is for the best.

four; and twenty blackbirds | text;

[titansno]

[Rachel stares down at her notebook, thinking on this before she begins to write.]

Teen Titans, seriously a damn superhero team.

Six members. Raven, Starfire, Terra, Robin, Cyborg, Beast Boy.

First three are here - me, Kara, Brooke. Are the last three ringing a bell for anyone else?

I want to try to reform the team - maybe just as the Titans. [she writes out a couple of question marks around this, she's not 100% sure on all the details yet.] I'm 25, the old name doesn't exactly work out so well.

We'd need new members. Is anyone interested?

(no subject)

[reapsthewind]

[Chris is in the basement of her house. She looks like she probably hasn't slept since the snake attacks. Her hair is a mess, dark circles under her eyes... yep. Elian's visible in the background, slowly picking through the rubble.

-- hey, wait a second, Chris doesn't seem to have robot arms anymore? Also, this is probably the first time any of you have seen her with normal brown eyes. She looks totally human. Weird. It's clear, however, that she still remembers the network, because...]

Okay, so, you guys are the worst party guests ever. Never having a kegger at my house again.

[She smiles, a bit weakly. It's a joke, guys. Get it??? omg funny???]

But no, seriously... I don't think our insurance covers attacks by giant snakes, and I really don't want to have to try to explain this level of damage to our homeowner's insurance guys. So if any of you have any skill in construction, or just... money, or something, help would be appreciated. And to whoever got the damn things away from the house before they exploded, thank you.

...

[she turns around. Also, for the sake of clarity from here out, Elian's going to be in blue with Chris in red]

HEY UNCLE, DOES THE HOMEOWNER'S INSURANCE COVER SNAKES? LIKE... AT ALL?

( Cut for length )

2nd Bravery | Action, Open

[radiantchicken]

Who: Tater the Parrot and you!
What: The parrot goes off to indulge his newfound curiosity in dinosaurs.
Where: Locke City's natural history museum, namely, the dinosaur exhibit.
When: Morning and afternoon of January 28
Warnings: It's a parrot visiting a bunch of dinosaur bones. We've got a PBS kids' show in the making.

( Following in the footsteps of the great lizards )

06; text + action, partially closed;

[seabeast]

( [ private; to arthur ] )

[ Hello. It is around 1 AM. What is going on in this text post. ]

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away with ye ill figger it otu

video - computer

[idealofhope]

[Recording from outside his home, apparently in his own backyard on a patio, Calvin looks mildly perturbed as he tosses a baseball from hand to hand. He runs a free hand through his beard and starts speaking:] Okay, couple things. First off.

Next person who decides to fake-die on me without warning me first, I'm kicking their ass. This includes getting all weird and sparkly and then getting back up or just garden variety pretending you're dead, when really, you're not. If you do either of those things or some heretofore undiscovered way to mess with my head and make me think you just died, I'm gonna be super P.O.ed. Okay? We all understand each other? Cool. Okay. [He nods and tries to affect a less annoyed demeanor.] On to other stuff.

I know the place we went for that meeting got the crap beat out of it, so if we need another meeting or somebody just needs a place to crash to deal with whatever Numbers related stuff, my place is up for it. Somebody went outta there way to open their home and got it wrecked for their trouble, so I'm pretty sure that means I should pay it forward, right? Right.

And, uhhh. [He tosses the ball up in his hand a couple more times. He grabs something from offscreen. It turns out to be a bat.] One more thing, but...I should probably just show this instead of talking about it.

[He turns away from his computer, steps off of his patio and towards his (spacious) backyard. He throws the baseball into the air and then with a motion that looks well-practiced, he flicks the ball with the bat. The ball goes high and deep into the air as the bat slips out of his hands. Calvin waits for a few seconds, grabs a glove, slips it on his hand and starts running after the ball.

Then, he suddenly accelerates, turning into a blur and crossing a couple hundred feet in the space of a couple seconds. When he stops, he's got more than enough time to hold his glove up and wait for the ball fall into it. When he comes back to the computer, he doesn't run again - he just jogs. When he gets back, he shows the ball in his glove. No sleight of hand - he hit the ball, ran it down at supersonic speed and caught it.]

Y'think this counts as a PED? 'Cause I might have some problems when Spring rolls around if it does.

voice;

[alilyinthemoonslight]

[Lily has ... taken a few days to get her head together. All she'd expected of going to that meeting was to gather some information. Perhaps meet some people she hadn't from the Network. She would then make sure that information got to people who could actually do something with it, such as Annie, Winter, and Russel.

Being attacked by snakes were not in the plans. Neither was becoming a magical girl.

So when she comes on, she is as polite and well spoken as ever. Just... there is a slight hint of something in her voice that can only be described as excitement.]

Saturday night sure was a lot more than I bargained for. It's hard to even describe it, really.

Becoming a Precure, I mean. [She gives a slight laugh.] Just... all of a sudden I was stronger, and faster, and-

I could leap a dozen feet in the air and kick a stone snake, and not only did I not break my leg in doing it, it felt like it was on the easy scale of what she must have been capable of. [Pause.] Maybe even what I'm capable of now.

But I get it, now. I know what I'm getting these pulses for. Or at least, what I can use them for. And it's... kind of freeing, honestly. I can fight. I see now there's even more I have to worry about, but... it honestly almost feels like I have the power to take care of that, now, and to really be able to take care of the people I need to.

[And succeed where the past Cure Moonlight failed, she thinks to herself. She doesn't know HOW Cologne died, but... If it was truly by something nefarious, history repeating itself was not something she was going to accept so readily.]

And I will. Annie, I look back at myself now and see how hesitant I was any time you brought up this "team." If any of you need anything of me, ever, just call. It feels like I have this power for a reason now, and I need to use it.

Wisely, of course, but... I won't let it go to waste.

closed

[pheromonecoffee]

Who: Two growing teenagers
What: Ramen and Echoes
When: Last Friday night
Where: Some place that sells good noodles maybe.
Warnings: teenage boys on a quest to eat ridiculous amounts of food? Are there warnings for that? Teenage boyism?

( now i can't get the katy perry song out of my head goddamnit )

closed;

[centurian]

Who: Gerald and Jin
What: Drinks! And SCIENCE TALK.
When: A couple of weeks ago after this thread
Where: A bar called Grumpy's.
Warnings: Gerald being a super cool guy (aka none)?

( If your friends don't dance, then they're no friends of mine )

oo1 [text] [intros at the worst time]

[dadscar]

So, this is what we do all day is it? Jibber jabber.
It's been made abundantly clear that I'm not the only one in possession of these numbers, so I presume it has important implications.
I can't say I particularly share a desire to know every waking detail of your hopes and dreams, but a little more information would be appreciated. I'm sure one of you can afford me that privilege.

[Because snakes?? Really?? It's never easy, is it.]

For that matter, if Eri does happen to be fooling around playing funny buggers on here rather than doing his homework, feel free to direct him to me. I'm sure we have more than studies to discuss now, after all.

[After all, what kind of father would he be if he didn't shame him in front of a group of strangers.]