[network/action combo; march 7th, late afternoon]

[lookulittleshit]

( Some long-ass setup. )

[ voice ]
[ Just above a whisper: ] Hi there. [ He glances around again. No sign that the people around him have noticed. A little louder, then. ] On old Olympus' towering tops, a Finn and German viewed some hops...

[ Another quick glance about and-- no? Nothing for that, either? (Those who are going or have gone through medical school might recognize that as a mnemonic for the twelve cranial nerves.)

He lets out a shaky sigh of relief. ]

That proves that, I guess.

[ He sucks in a breath. ]

Well, then. I've got a question. Does anyone remember knowing a warrior named Thor? Like the god of thunder from Norse mythology, but not... exactly. Or- or a frozen wasteland. Blue giants with the power to freeze?

That was my 'memory', my... 'Echo' or 'Pulse.' What I find most peculiar about it, though, is that I remember fighting-- fighting against these giants with knives and magic. Have any of you remembered the same? Doing something so... astonishing, but completely unfathomable? I just-- I can't imagine doing any of tha-- oh! Oh!

[ action, open to one party ]
[ There's a woosh of indiscriminate sound as Daniel drops the phone to his side, rushing to hail down a taxi before it passes by. In his haste, he collides into another person and staggers backwards.

It's a Numbered person.

Of course, he doesn't know it and they wouldn't know he's one, either, but here's a hint: he's dropped his phone and while, miraculously, it hasn't shattered, the phone call was ended. Thus, the app behind it is the one in full view on the screen and that happens to be the notepad window with a bunch of Network posts on it, easy to see.

At the moment, Daniel's more concerned about damage control on the person he rushed into. ]

Shit-- sorry. Are you alright?

[Video]

[lordofimladris]

[This time Eliot switches on the video from his library, a warm looking room filled with books. There is a glimpse of a cup of tea to one side, it's been a cold evening. His expression is fairly serious though, this is not a social post for him.]

I have a favor to ask of the community at large- I am seeking an artist for a particular job.

I seek someone able to paint of a certain place entirely from a verbal description. Of course there will be payment made, we can negotiate a fair price. Any inquiries can be made directly to me, this is a project I am hoping to be completed not just for my own sake.

[And there is a part of him who longs to see Rivendell once more, even if it's simply upon a canvas.]

[closed] no chat is complete without a wig

[flamberge]

Who: Gerald Vakarian + wig, Karl Aurion
When: 02/25
Where: Karl's car
What: Time for the cop and the FBI agent to chat.

( wigs just make everything awesome )