Mar. 9th, 2014

umbrael: (Human • Angry)
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[And here's Doyle's last post to the network for awhile:

It's shaky, with his phone's camera, as he (like a total idiot, he might add) is running towards where most of the noise and rumbling seemed to come from. But you can see his face, most of the time, at least.]


What the FUCK did you guys do THIS TIME?!
icy_heavens: (Bloody)
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Who: Toushirou, anyone who drops by to visit him, hospital employees/volunteers
Where: Locke City University Hospital
When: March 10th, 11th
What: So Toushirou winds up hospitalized for a couple days because of Wise Snake. Friends and otherwise show up to check on him.

You're alive. Do something. )
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (This machine will not communicate)
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Who: Lazarus Lawliet and Bakura Ryou (But open to other visitors, have at it if you really want!)
Where: Clinic
When: March 10th
What: L is anxious to figure out what's going to happen next in Locke City following Wise Snake. Unfortunately, that can't happen as long as he's stuck in the clinic, but fortunately he has at least one visitor to ease his boredom and hopefully shed some light on recent troubling developments.
Warnings: Other than the ones L and Bakura carry on their own for profanity and bluntness, should be OK. Will change this if necessary.

You know it's never gonna last, so keep that shit in the past )
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[ he really should be asleep by now, and it's obvious he needs it by how exhausted he sounds, but he has to get rid of this particular urge first. it's been bothering him since the adrenaline (and chaos) finally died down. ]

... Can anyone else summarize their day in two words. I'll start.

[ a meaningful pause. ]

Giant robots.
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[A good amount of time after dark when this recording comes in. It's badly lit, and even if it wasn't, nobody's onscreen.

The voice is telling, though - murmuring extra low, hoarse, and with anxious held-flat inflection. He feels rather like an idiot for even asking this - even if someone wasn't fine, what'd he even be expected to do about it? But hearing something will get his nerves humming less, at the least. Or get him thinking about something he may be able to contribute to - maybe - once his brain's not-so-violently tossing and turning.]


-- Uhh. [Assuming he's properly connected...]

It's Anthony Janvier.

Please, umm. - Who was - who was there? And, uh -- who's all right?

[Clears his throat. Cuts of a quick "Nn-?"] No one died - did they -- ...?

[That dragged off with a scraping edge - realistically, it's very likely someone did, isn't it, given how many of them were there?

At present, he's not exactly capable of reading a previous message giving a partial answer to that question.]
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[ It takes a while to orient herself. Aria automatically goes home, perhaps seeking...what? Comfort? Warmth? Her sister and her grandparents are there, but Mara and the Megidos can neither see nor hear her, and Aria has no comfort to offer her grieving family, though something in her thinks she ought to. Her room is still there, too, and the laptop sitting on her bed opens smoothly when she focuses. Just a touch of power into her fingers, and it's almost as though she has hands again. Not that she doesn't now. Her form is the same, just...insubstantial, though it looks solid to her. Invisible. Her fingers slide through things, if Aria doesn't focus, because she's not there. Not really.

...After that, it takes a little while to decide what to say. She contacts Soren and then Dallen first, after considering it, before inputting her number to pull up the Network.

What to say? Aria settles for short and sweet. ]


hell0
this is aria megid0
regardless 0f what y0u hear 0r may have already heard
im still here
m0re 0r less
perhaps a little less c0rp0really speaking


[ She could explain further, but it seems a little pointless somehow. Still, Aria will give her answer if pressed for it. For the time being she sits on her bed, reading back through the most recent Network entries as she waits for responses to her own.

OOC: Aria is now a ghost as a result of her death; you can find the OOC post about it HERE. Due to this she can only be physically seen by those who have echoed back the ability to see spirits, and her voice can only be heard by those who have echoed back the ability to hear spirits. She will therefore only be communicating through text for the forseeable future (thanks to being a psychic who can manipulate objects without the need for physical contact). Please feel free to opt out of the color and quirk HERE, and I will drop either or both for you; Aria will drop it if asked ICly as well. If a character has the ability to see and hear her, however, she may use voice or video. I'll be doing an action/log post sometime later this month for those characters to run into her. ]
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[She shows up, sitting on her bed in her room this time, just lit up by the light from the laptop on her knees. She's looking slightly less beat up than she had earlier in the day, but she still looks just as tired as everyone undoubtedly feels at the moment.]

[For anyone who'd seen her with him, she's still wearing Senketsu as well.]


Hey. So... that was a thing, huh? Fucking crazy way to haze the new girl.

[She sighs, glancing away for a second and then shrugs.]

So, yeah, I don't really know you guys or anything yet but I just figured I'd check in too. Let you all know that I didn't get eaten or whatever. In case anybody was wondering about that.

[A pause as she considers where to go with that. She wasn't really wanting to talk but after all the shit today, sleep wasn't coming easily. Actually.]

Oh, yeah. It's kind of a long shot but I kind of accidentally stole this guy's phone and his jacket. Well, he lent them to me so I could call home and then kinda wandered off. He was working with the rescue teams. Like I said, pretty much a longshot but if anybody knows a guy who was working with the paramedics who got his shit stolen, let me know if I can drop it off at his place or something.

Yeah..