[General Log] Tuning Towers, Sept. 22 onward.

[theearth]

Who: Any and all!
Where: The site of Tuning Towers (and/or en route accordingly), at the heart of the business district in Locke City's downtown.
When: September 22nd and onward.
What: Following that mysterious buzzing sound to its strongest point! Perhaps you made plans with numbered associates for a trip downtown, or perhaps you went a-wandering alone to follow the noise yourself - surely you'll hardly be the only one.



[Tuning Towers, the third-largest building in the United States and Locke City's most prominent feature, from a tourist perspective in one sense and quite literally by another - look up and marvel, if you will, should you not be a bit too distracted by the circumstances.

Even if you needed to focus to tune into the buzzing in your brain at the start of whatever trip you took, you'll find that by the time you come close enough to the tower to feel a rising sensation of tremors beneath your feet - unnoticed, as far as one can tell, by the crowds, which almost never lack presence around the building - you'll be able to hear it very easily without even trying. It isn't terribly intrusive in the first couple of days after the return of the lights in the sky. As September moves on and into October, however, the intensity will grow all the more overbearing.

It is, indeed, even worse if you enter the building - only the ground floor is accessible to the unauthorized by the tower's maintenance and management or personnel of the companies making use of it. Apart from that, among the indoor crowds, you'll find nothing unusual on the ground floor - and if you'll find that the buzzing loses its strength the higher you go if you take a trip up to one of the observation floors.]

Comments

[flamberge]

[Time has little meaning for another individual in the area, as well. Karl (dressed in civilian attire) walks through the near-empty streets at a calm, if purposeful pace. What is this purpose? Simple: investigate. Night feels far more a suitable time for effectively doing so than daytime. Less people meant a lessened likelihood of being spotted and deemed suspicious. Not that it would take much effort to weasel away from a few officers, but it's still something best avoided.

Any further thought on the matter gets derailed by that irksome buzzing noise. Thinking straight proves difficult when one's attention constantly shifts towards the unending noise. If nothing else, the increasing loudness proves one thing: those on the network had been correct about it being louder around the towers. Why though? What can be causing it? And what about those tremors?

He stops in his tracks and stares, perhaps glares, at the imposing buildings. What could possibly be going on? Maybe those towers are hiding something, maybe they aren't, but he would look around if only to potentially help ensure the well-being of his eardrums.]

[rota]

[That's the first person Toni's seen heading for the Towers, and they don't look like an employee. A trespasser, perhaps.

Toni though wont bring attention to it, not right now, considering current circumstances-- Tuning Towers is most definitely a hotspot for activity among the Network users (she staunchly refuses to call it the "Numbers Club", what a tacky name), and if she does report this, the rest of the department will definitely know what's going on, and make it more difficult for people to investigate this area more thoroughly.

So she just gets out of her car with the intent to scare the trespasser away, a hand not on her gun but on her baton.]

[flamberge]

[Hearing footsteps approaching, especially at night, tends to prove fairly easy. Doing so while wishing to somehow strangle an intangible object, a noise in this case, proves far more difficult. Impossible, really. The mind becomes too absorbed with the distraction to focus on the surrounding area, at least in Karl's cause.

If not for a fortunate glance off to the side during some musings on what to do, he would not have seen anyone approaching until they were right next to him. How foolish it had been on his part to become so wrapped up with a sound that his surroundings took a backseat, if only momentarily.

Little time exists for personal scolding due to this person drawing ever closer. The choice of attire coupled with those all too familiar tools at her side made the identity of this person clear: a cop. How irksome to have to run into one now.

Karl's eyes dart down at the baton before returning to look straight back at her. He makes no move to run. Actually, he makes no movement at all and silently waits for the officer to draw near while appearing as relax and unimposing, as possible. Sudden movements and a possibly threatening appearance were not wise when dealing with someone armed, after all.]

[rota]

[He's there waiting for her. Possibly encouraging, if it weren't so strange, especially when she's so used to people just bolting the moment they realize what her uniform is.

She refuses to be intimidated though, especially if this person is considering breaking in for whatever reason.]

Excuse me, sir. [As irritating as the sound is this close to the structure, she's not about to forget her manners.]

Are you authorized to be here?

[flamberge]

[Hearing an actual dash of manners instantly scores this officer some points. Not every cop has manners; some even lack brains.

Rather than instantly whip out his badge, Karl opts to engage her in conversation as a civilian first. The most effective method in judging an individual is by witnessing how they treat those inferior to them, after all.]

No, however I felt I had warrented reason to do so this evening, officer.

[An answer given calmly and coolly, with perhaps the same amount manners used towards her as she had shown him.]