[Video]

[lightsoflife]

[It's unusual for Naomi to use video on the network, but this time she starts out by holding up a Pyrex bowl containing a single lighter.]

If anyone sees a lighter like this one lying anywhere, I suggest that you contain it. Strange phenomena cropping up in this city are hardly new, but I suspect this thing in particular is something I've seen before. A living lighter of sorts, which can move around and start fires on its own. Hardly something you want running around your home. I don't know if these are precisely the same, but at least it's possible.

If anyone manages to get their hand on one of these, I'd be willing to take them for examination. That goes for anything related to the incidents around the city, for that matter. My last look at a lighter wasn't particularly fruitful on its own, but with other pieces together perhaps there's some more information to be found.

[A pause. Naomi chews her lip, hesitates, sets the bowl down offscreen, and takes a deep breath.]

Anyway, aside from that...it seems I have the ability to hear the dead's final words. That is, what they say just before they pass away. The condition is that I need to see the body, or...or something, some personal element. It isn't as if I've have any opportunities to test it out. But if anyone may have need of it, I'm available. If there's a time limit I haven't remembered it yet, and...I know that people on this network have been lost.

[Naomi falls silent again, looking unsure of herself. Then she yelps and jerks back as a foot-long toothpick warrior dances across her desk thrusting a normal-sized toothpick at her arm like a sword.]

How on earth--

[Naomi steps back and falls to the ground; for a few minutes the sounds of a scuffle punctuated by occasional yelps can be heard, ending in a snap. There's a quiet "Damn" as she stands back up and ends the video.]

[closed]

[unimpressive]

Who: Vaughn Inglebard, Karl Aurion
Where: Obnoxious coffee hangout Starbucks
When: 3/31
What: Close encounters of the Starbucks kind
Warning: N/A for now

( pretend there's actual text here )

no. 2 | video

[drawitagain]

I know that in many cases true art is fleeting but...


[Haruka holds up a small stack of badly singed and burnt papers. On his hand, one will notices various bandaids around his fingers.]

I really would have liked if I could have shown these drawings to someone before they got destroyed. One of them was really special, too...

I was prepared for a life of magic and the super natural, but I really wasn't ready for a lighter with a mind of its own to break into my house and burn a bunch of my art. [A quick weary sigh before a familiar smile is back on his face.]

Oh well! This just means I get to draw them again and better than ever! And the most important thing is no one was seriously hurt. I got a few little burns but it's nothing time won't fix! I just wanted to make sure everyone knew to watch out for the little guy that caused all this trouble...It's a small lighter, one that people use for cigarettes and stuff. If there's anything else I should be worrying about, please let me know!

Um, that's all! Be careful, everyone!

(no subject)

[darkhourdear]

who: Bill and Phillip
what: Phillip flat out refused to go to school. Since his normal babysitter is also in school and his parents can't really skip out on work, Grandpa comes to keep an eye on him...
when: March 31st
where: Phillip's house
warnings: so much sadness

( so why is it only i can remember? )

018 ♦ Closed | Open

[peacefulwinter]

Who: Winter and Lily
When: March 30th, afternoon/evening
Where: Downtown, business district
What: Hey, remember all those dates that kept getting cut off by revelations and danger and Jasmine? Yeah, we're going to make good on that while we still can.

( Tonight had gone... surprisingly well so far, given their track record. )

Who: Winter and OPEN... if that's Winter at all.
When: March 31
Where: Anywhere; but particularly at the school, downtown, and at the Adamas home
What: A mirror found Winter. The inverse of Winter is not pleasant in any way, shape, or form.

( It was like watching your face in the mirror warp itself into some twisted other, and she could feel herself recoiling from it even before she truly realized what was going on. )

[Winter's mirrored self is... to put it bluntly, a bitch. She enjoys watching people suffer, likes to play tricks, and is at best minimally helpful, and that only when she's being particularly helpful. Or if you have something to offer her, which is likely. Her stutter will also be totally absent, which will be entertaining. To some people.]

6th Wish | Action (Closed)

[saiyanscholar]

Who: Jeffrey and Ahito
When: March 29
Where: Oh . . . somewhere out and about
What: Whoops, that sure is a gum monster deciding to stick one of these guys to the ceiling.

( There are more fools in the world than there are people. )

Entry #A-5: "Ashes" [March 31, Text]

[dead_black_eyes]

A little while ago, my friend, Ban Ueno, posted here. We were receiving the same echoes and thought that perhaps we were the same person before we ended up here.

As of today, Ban has lost his echoes and I have a new one, and with it a new understanding of what was actually going on with our situation. Suffice it to say that our theory was incorrect; as far as anyone knows, it is still impossible for multiple people to receive echoes from one simultaneously. Our situation wasn't unique or enlightening, just superficially misunderstood.

If you encounter Ban, I would be appreciative if you did not mention me to him ever again.

13th Frost | Action (Closed)

[icy_heavens]

Who: Toushirou and Nora
When: March 31
Where: At the middle school
What: An army of tiny toothpicks terrorizes the cafeteria and these two finally realize the other is Numbered.

( What is even going on anymore? )

video;

[compartmentalist]

Nevada and aliens. That's like saying chocolate and more chocolate. Two things that go together really well. Hands and mittens. Snow and ice. Black and white.

[ The man speaking is animated. He hasn't taken off his sunglasses, but he wears them with the grace of someone who needs to hide their jet lag and late nights very often. Terry James is tousled and cheerful. Aliens. Las Vegas. The FBI in the street. The Mafia up to no good. This is like striking gold. ]

I spent six months there chasing up leads on the extraterrestrial--what can I say? It's a hobby. No luck. What do you suppose the chances are of finding something since that light went up? Still, I only just got here, and the FBI are guarding stone snakes in the streets. Vegas can probably wait.

So how long was it last time? Between the light going up and there being some sort of leads, something with meat?

And yes, I am Terry James. The author. Just to get that one out of the way. It's nice to meet all of you.