First Choice (VIDEO/ACTION)

[wingsister]

Who: OPEN
When: RIGHT NOW!!!
Where: On the road to Locke City
What: Areonwen has had enough of this horseshit. She busts out of her stall in search of Shou.

( There's a video for people to comment on if they like, even if Areonwen won't be able to reply to them until after the action part! )

( And a log for people to run into the horse and help her discover that she's psychic now! )

[closed]

[lordofimladris]

Who: Eliot and Fil
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Eliot's lake house
What: Fun with dwarvish runes

( For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. )

o2 ; text

[pheromonecoffee]

Is anybody else hearing voices when they get to know somebody?

Because I am. They tell me I have their blessing when I choose a persona of an arcana.

This is normal right?

text

[disgeyes]

As, I believe the kids say these days, a "newbie," and not knowing anyone here as of yet, I believe I can be an unbiased judge of the kind of postings that are common to this network.

For people who are supposedly destined for greatness, there is a great deal of goofing around and whining. We need a fresh breath blown into our campaign. The sun of new life to shine through the clouds of not-this-shit-again. A flowing forth of artistic fervor to battle the every day drudgery. I suggest poetry.

I'll start.

"It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of Lock City that day.
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Locke City that day,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world fearlessly without least dismay,
That your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed."


Really makes you think.

[ Shamelessly stolen from the greatest creator of bad poetry. What Houjun lacks in originality and humor, he makes up for in--well, nothing. Still, he tries. ]

20 | [Video]

[chalicejoker]

So I've been getting cards back. So far, they've all looked like normal playing cards, pretty much. Numbered with suits, things like that. Maybe a weird picture or two. Maybe the giant bug liked to play cards every now and then, I don't know. But then I got this one.

[He'll hold up a blank playing card for everyone to see. He does not want to mention that it's making him uncomfortable, but it is. Something about this card isn't right.]

Has anyone seen anything like that before? It feels like there should be something on it. Like it's missing something.

There is nothing better than a friend

[bibliofilo]

Who: Kavi Verma (verbalization) & Magdalene de Leon (bibliofilo)
When: 2/10
Where: Maggie's home
What: The two make chocolates in preparation for Valentines.

( unless it is a friend with chocolate. )

Second shot | text

[vaimo]

 Has anyone tried to set up self defence classes for people on the network?  Or arranged for people to go to one?

I just thought that with things being as they are it might be a good idea for people who don't have powers - those who won't get them or who don't have them yet.  Or even people that do!  It's always a good idea to have something extra up your sleeve after all!

Would anyone be willing to run classes for people?  I'm sure we have people who were talented in that sort of thing before the echoes started, and I bet there's even more people with all the echoes counted in!  I don't mind finding somewhere for us.

( Private to Siiri )

01 | text; typed

[abhero]

you guys owe me a new phone and let me tell you why

let’s say your grandma wants whatsapp installed and since you’re a good grandkid you take her phone and plan to do just that. but instead you type those numbers that got stuck in your head and you find a secret message board

so you browse and it’s like everyone is in some weird reincarnation cult. then you see FAQ and the first to get your eye is red text about police killing kids and snuff films and shit

and IN THAT EXACT MOMENT granny comes looking to see if you’re done yet and you freak out, throw her phone and smash it. then you’ve got all this explaining to do and people get angry

you connect to the “network” again later when you’re alone in your room behind a closed door, trying to figure out wtf is going on in peace

only to find out you ruined gran’s phone for nothing because “observing civilians will see blank pages or device equivalent” and you wonder WTF NO ONE THOUGHT TO PUT IT IN BIG BOLD LETTERS INSTEAD INSIDE A WALL OF TEXT

conclusion? you owe me a phone

and hi i guess