3rd sunrise | video / text

[occasus]

[ Hello, network. Kei's not outside, which is pretty rare--he seems to have found digs that look way more fancy than anything he really owns. High walls, amazing furniture...

...Yeah, he's at Shou's place.

He knows it's recording, so he stills the strings of his guitar and scrunches his nose up. He's not really used to making network videos. Or any videos at all, really--you probably have seen him if you frequent the park, where he plays for change. He sighs slightly and decides to spit it out: ]

You have one band you have to hear for the rest of your life. What is it?

[ And, while he waits for answers, he strums an chord. ] I haven't been able to think of mine yet.


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[TEXT TO: RICHARD STROUD ]
Are you busy?


[TEXT TO: SHOU CHINEN ]
I need to know how much rent is.
I'm paying rent.
Shut up.

Closed

[sjokolade]

Who: Neku Sakuraba and Abby Perkins
When: May 14th, afternoon
What: Neku and Abby have a fun time studying. Yay!
Where: Somewhere around Locke High.
Warnings: None.

( Yay study time )

[text] i can't think of anything witty to put here today 8C

[swissarmyjesus]

Remember the guy who was kidnapped by the mafia and asking for help to get him out of there?

Well, he's gone now--they either took him somewhere else...or worse. I don't know for sure. Has anyone seen him on the network lately? We might still be able to help if he's around on here.

[and if he's not...Chuck doesn't want to entertain that thought.]

[ Backdated to May 12th ] voice->video;

[saviorsoul]

[ Alexi's voice comes onto the Network, nervous and scratchy. He really doesn't want to reveal something this big to so many people he doesn't know, especially with everything else going on, but it's also his own chance to find out if anyone can help him. And he really needs help as soon as he can get it. ]

So I really don't know how to put this but... I have a big problem and I could use some advice. If anyone has advice. I don't actually know how common this is. But I know there's at least two people out there who can relate. So I was hoping... maybe someone know how to... hide... 'em.

Also, um, if you think you might have some... really inconvenient echoes, you shouldn't watch this. I don't wanna put anyone else in the same mess as me.

[ The feed switches to video, which has been positioned to shows Alexi from the neck down. He takes a deep breath and steps back from his laptop, placed is atop some elevated surface so the motion allows for any viewer to observe the fairly well-kept room. Well, aside from the broken lamp lying on its side by the bed and and various other items scattered across the floor, as if they'd been recently knocked down from their original location.

And as Alexi continues to step back, all the while keeping his head turned to the side, it becomes increasingly obvious that there is something large behind him. Running a shaky hand through his hair, he turns his body more to the side to give a clear view of the massive white wings protruding from his back. Three of them, as if the simple act of having wings wasn't bizarre enough.

As soon as that's done, he quickly switches the feed back to voice-only, his voice even jumpier than before. ]

My parents think I've been sick for the last day, but I dunno how much longer I can keep them from comin' to check on me and I dunno where I'd even go if I tried to get out while they're gone. I feel completely... screwed.

text;

[alilyinthemoonslight]

[Lily doesn't know why she didn't notice it sooner. She should have, shouldn't she? Her mother probably would have on sight, given what was involved. She knew this sort of thing like the back of her hand. Yet... it seemed so obvious now that she'd had some time of being able to sit and think about things, to focus beyond the murder of someone she knew, and beyond her worry for her present loved ones. While she gives Winter a quick heads up before going into this, she then just does it - she wants as many thoughts on all of this as possible.]

I don't know how well it's been covered outside of Las Vegas, but before Angeline's death, there was another murder the week prior. I know it's been mentioned here and there - Dr. Solus did, and I've had a couple discussions since it happened. The Doctor thought it may be connected to supernatural events, and then... Well, I think we all became more than a little distracted by what happened to Angeline.

I've pointed it out to someone else, but... The fact that both bodies wound up in water, and Vermini appear around there should be an obvious enough connection, although with the homicide rate in big cities I can understand why some might still think its a coincidence.

However... In the wound of Frederick Abbott, there was a Heliconia clipping. Angeline was found on a raft made of lobsters and crabs. The Heliconia, in addition to meaning "great returns" - whether or not that has any actual relevance here - is also known as the "lobster-claw."

That's... far, far too much to be a coincidence at this point, isn't it? Given the mysterious circumstances of how Angeline's body just appeared where it did, there is obviously something going on beyond what's normal, even for Vegas. And they're connected.

I'll probably see if there's a way to pass this along to the local police, though I figure the connections have probably already been figured out on their end. It probably won't help them much, but I figure the offer is something, at least. On OUR end, it does raise a question... Beyond anyone targeting us, just who was this Frederick Abbott, and if they are connected... what does that even mean? Washington's on the other end of the country from Locke City. He couldn't have been Numbered. Right?

...I don't know. I don't have anything to offer beyond that. There's way too many connecting threads here, I just wonder if anyone else has any thoughts out there.

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[theboywiththebook]

( Before )

[Later, he took shelter in some kid's tree house a couple streets away. No video this time because nobody needed to see that he had been crying for the last several hours. The idea of even admitting this to anybody and especially on the stupid network was embarrassing. But, realistically he couldn't survive on his own. Sure his magic may be able to create food and some things that could let him live on his own, but he couldn't create a place to hide. Sooner or later someone would find him, bring him to the police and then send him out of Locke to who knows where. At least with people they could make sure he was hidden well. He hoped pitifully to himself that if there was any mercy in this universe nobody would ask why, they would just help him. So, with the greatest reluctance he turns on feed and uses the voice feature. Nobody needed to see that he had in fact been crying for the past several hours.]

Look, I'm not going to dance in circles this time: I need some place to go. Like right now. I don't have a place to stay anymore and I can't hide where I am forever. Someone's bound to check this stupid tree house sooner or later.

[And trying to sound a bit more grown up he adds:]

I don't want any questions. Okay? J-just a yes or a no. And don't get the police involved! I don't need to end up on some lab table for the aliens to poke at.