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[vetala]

Karson and Avery are

[There's a pause before she actually types the rest, mostly because she doesn't know what to type, but she figures it out soon enough.]

They're gone. The mafia apparently got rid of them. Killed them with a mutant dog. We think it might have been Crab. We found them in a warehouse. Mr. Kaburagi, Roxy, Alan, Tavia, Danny and I. The dog is dead.

If anyone finds out anything about the mafia, feel free to share. I'll be at the LSR clinic.

[Video]

[pianistofraielin]

[this time, we are not in Russel's room. this time we are in his backyard where he has written his numbers on the side of the house in chalk (because anything else and his parents would kill him). he is dressed normally and the backyard looks like a perfectly normal suburban backyard.]

[however there s a SOLID-GOLD PIANO lying in the grass beside him. yup, that's a thing. those of you who remember its first appearance in his bedroom will recall that he could not, at the time, budge it even slightly. but here it is outside on the grass with him.]

[he sets the chalk down and steps back from the wall, dusting his hands off.]

Okay, so, I have a few things I wanted to say today.

The first is that I talked to my parents about all this stuff [and let's not go into what their reactions were, he is just going to gloss over all of that and pretend EVERYTHING IS TOTALLY FINE AND NOBODY BROKE DOWN IN TEARS OR ANYTHING AT ANY POINT] and I asked my mom and she said she could totally get us some airtime if anyone was interested.

She's the state comptroller, Patricia Goldman, so she's got press connections, you know? I bet we could even get All-Star Precure featured on the local news!

Anyway I think it's a good idea to give the Chosen Ones a good public image so that people aren't scared of us. The more the public likes us the less the cops can do to stop us like they were before, you know? So if you're interested in talking to the press to help with that let me know and I'll hook you up!

Okay, the second thing is--

[he steps over to the piano and lifts it up, holding it upright with the keys in the grass. there are backpack straps and some kind of harness attached to the underside.]

IT HAS STRAPS. WHO THE HECK PUTS STRAPS ON A PIANO LIKE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO JUST CARRY IT AROUND?! THAT'S THE DUMBEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD.

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[belphe]

Who:   Belle and Lazarus
When: 3/23 late evening
Where:   The apartment
What:    Belle recovers an item from a pulse, L sees potential for opportunity in it


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[Video]

[prismaticdestruction]

[This has taken some time for her to set up, as made obvious by the nervous twitching on the metal and jeweled wings on her back and her eyes are looking down at the keyboard of her laptop. She takes a deep breath before looking up,scratching at her arm a little bit]

Umm...I I wanted to say thank you to those who I was with when everything happened. Even if I did end up sneaking away and getting into trouble.

[She shifts a little bit, her wings chiming a little bit as she does.]

I...I want to ask if anyone know how to hide wings...Dad does not know about them yet..and I'm afraid to tell him about them or anything else. It doesn't have to be right away but..It's going to be too warm to wear a sweatshirt or a jacket over them soon. Besides, I want to make it past my birthday without him knowing!

[A quick glance away before she just smiles a little bit.]

Any ideas would be nice!

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[quariantine]

[ Melati has been thinking very hard and very long about this, searching through the network posts and the associated FAQs until she believes she's got all of the relevant data down. (She closed Paul Ben's entry about two seconds before his death. That was all she needed, thank you.) She still isn't quite sure if she believes it all, but she's very sure that the facts point towards some sort of supernatural conspiracy, and anything unproven from there will simply have to be proven in time. Time that she's giving to the network really reluctantly, to be honest. She is completely unhappy about being associated with alleged terrorists, and would revoke her membership entirely on those grounds if the FAQ hadn't specifically stated that the bombings weren't the Network's fault. She doesn't quite trust it on the word of a bunch of strangers alone, but her perception of her last year in Locke have been completely flipped on its head, and she's going to need some time to adapt. She's decided to keep an open mind.

There is one matter that can't wait, though. She's sitting at a table in a private room of the university library, drumming her nails against the keys of her keyboard. She knows what she wants, and she's very determined to get it. ]

So. Robots. [ ... She is doing her best not to sound too interested, okay. ] The people who were piloting those giant robots are on this network, right? Would any of you happen to have detailed schematics for your machine? Could I convince any of you to let me borrow those schematics? [ ... ] I want to see the robots. That's what I'm getting at here. It's for my thesis, I just want to... The joints! [ She's getting aaagitated. And excited! ] How are they taking the stress? What kind of energy is being used here? Not even the most sophisticated of modern pneumatics can handle the strain those joints would taking, not at this level of gravity. I've done the math. Your robots are impossible, and I need to see them right away.

[ She takes a deep breath. Calm yourself, Narsurya! ]

So. Um. Haha. If I haven't scared you away, let's talk shop! I want to know as much as I can about the robots and other mechanical phenomena on the network. Thanks in advance for your time and trouble.