This may call for an introduction [OPEN]

[glorifiedtrash]

Who: Zelos Wilder (thewinningside) and you!
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: 11/12 All day
What: Zelos has the day off so we are getting shenanigans, what better way to spend it than tracking down Numbers!

ABOUT THIS POST
Zelos is trying to find people based off what he's read on the network. He just wants to meet people! This is because he's not sure yet if he should turn everyone in to the police to try and cut himself a good deal out of this crazy situation or if he should actually have a spine and stick it out on the side of the Numbered. So he wants to meet as many people as possible before he makes his decision! If anyone asks about why he's tracking people down he'll just play it off like he's a famous idiot with a lot of time on his hands doing all this for laughs.



HOW THIS POST WORKS
Zelos is going to be all over! He will be hitting up the schools in particular, but he could conceivably be anywhere. He doesn't have to have talked to your character on the network either! If you're interested in running into him please do one of the following:

→Reply to this post with a comment detailing what he might have learned about your character from looking over the network. Things like obvious personality traits, names, what they look like, any abilities they've talked about/shown and any clues they've left that could have led him to their location and where you'd like him to find them is what I'm looking for. Just a general synopsis is good, no need for links to anything unless you have something you want him to reference in particular. We'll work out a scenario for him to run into your character from there!

→Throw up a comment of your character somewhere doing something and they can either recognize him from the network or he can recognize them (please specify which you want since I'm still not sure which characters are active/open about themselves on the network and which are lurkers/super careful about letting identifying information get out). The location/scenario can be as ridiculous as you want! He's famous, he will just walk right into your class/job/knock on your door and chat up your parents with some legit sounding lie for why he's come to see you.

Comments

LCHS fooor anyone in Richard Locke's Chem Class

[glorifiedtrash]

A bustling Tuesday, a school full of children and the sound of education! What? This isn't a good time for a visit? Zelos was all about catching people at inconvenient times. It made them agree to things for him just to get him to go away! Well that and of course it was amusing in and of itself to see just what he could get away with. You only lived once, so why not test the limits!

Signing in as a guest at the front office with a convenient lie and a charming smile he slapped on his visitors' sticker and strolled the halls of Locke City High School until he found the right classroom. A jaunty rap on the door and he let himself in without the slightest sign of guilt. "Helloooo~♪. Is Mr. Locke in here, hmmm!"

[skycutter]

[[ooc: Miles goes by "Raven" on the network and tends to be secretive about his identity, but he did make a voice post a while ago! If Zelos went that far back in the network's archives, he may have noticed that one since it's Thunder Corp-related and it's a kid talking about it.]]

Miles tends to be one of those kinds of students to be one of the first to arrive and one of the last to leave, so even if class is over, and has been for a bit, he's still inside, rereading his notes and comparing them with Mr. Locke's writing up front.

But he's not prepared for some company, especially company as loud and as unexpected as some... man looking for his teacher, and he startles enough to drop his notebook.

Because seriously. What the heck.

He manages to recover enough to shoot a frown at the man. "Mr. Locke's class ended, so you're out of luck."

What the heck is some guy like this doing here anyway?

[glorifiedtrash]

"Oh really? Well that's just too bad! But maybe my luck's still in, hm?" Of course Mr. Locke's students are under his first suspicions. After all, they're how he found out old grumpypants's name was Mr. Locke! They seem to be delightfully careless on the network about things they shouldn't be.

Stepping into the room he closes the door behind him, casual as ever. Hmmm. "But you should be more careful!" Walking forward he picks up the notebook and offers it back with a strange smile. "A Numbers Club won't do you much good if you let yourself be caught alone."

a little after miles

[flamberge]

Forgetting one's lunch (or not bothering to make one, in this case) meant that one had to acquire food from somewhere. The school cafeteria was this such place, though what they served could not in good faith be called food. On a scale of cup ramen to kobe beef topped with truffles and caviar, this was right around microwavable pizza aka edible but only if there was nothing better around.

After some debating, the meal of choice settled upon was a hamburger. Maybe it lacked nutritional value, but it would help him get through the day. Oh how glorious the day will be when this hi-exsphere or Cruxis Crystal or whatever grants that wondrous lessened need for food. Truly glorious, indeed.

Once the hamburger had been paid for, Richard started back to his classroom while contemplating the curious gem some more. He arrived at the classroom, opened the door and-- stopped. Huh. An oddly familiar redhead appeared to be inside. Richard blinked. This couldn't possibly be... "...Zelos?"

[glorifiedtrash]

Zelos was shamelessly rifling through the things on top of Richard's desk, but he looked up when his name was called. Ohho, it was the man of the hour! He just raised his hand in greeting. ...Didn't stop rifling though. "I thought you'd never show! I was getting worried your students had snitched and you'd run away there ♪."

Because that totally was a conceivable scenario in any reality. Sure. "I hope you appreciate your secretaries here. They're quite the cute bunch ♥!"

And let him in so easily...so, so easily.

LCU area

[ladyofluminosity]

Shortly after school, Luci will be wandering around the university district with a very clear goal: Research. Looking about the same as she usually did over the network, the only difference was that she was still in uniform--burgundy blazer, navy and green tartan skirt, and navy tights. Holding a white and blue striped umbrella, she would occasionally stop, cell phone in the other hand, swipe the screen a few times, look up and around, then back down at her cell phone again.

[glorifiedtrash]

Well if that isn't a familiar head of blonde hair. And not who he was expecting to see at this school. She'd said Starling, hadn't she? ...Not that he's going to protest.

"Is that who I think it is! Talk about a microscopic world ♪!" Walking over he waves. No, colloquialisms aren't his strong point. But he's got on one hell of a smile to make up for it! "Aren't you a little young for this school yet, miss~?"

[ladyofluminosity]

Looking up from her phone, she seems a bit surprised to see the redhead. Still, she smiles back and waves, cell still in hand. "Wow, small world indeed!" Swinging her bag around to slip her phone into its holster, she closes the rest of the gap between the two. "I should say the same. Aren't you a little old for college?"

At the middle school

[icy_heavens]

[OOC: Zelos, what are you doing at a middle school; that's kinda creepy, dude. Their conversation was just voice on Toushriou's end, but even from that, it would've been easy to peg that he's somewhere around twelve years old and thus would be attending middle school. And wouldn't you know it? The school's soccer team had a game after school today, and that grouchy kid with the narrow focus had said that he plays.]


It was one of the last games of the season, and against one of better schools. In the end, Toushirou's school had scraped out a three-two win after coming from behind. He wasn't terribly big on celebration, of course, but yanking the rug out from under the other team was satisfying on a certain level and even got a smile out of him in the locker room after the game. A couple of his teammates even high-fived each other at managing such a feat as getting him to smile. Celebratory moods made you do silly things.

His face was back to its far more common neutral expression by the time he left the locker room, though. Smiling hardly ever lasted long when he wasn't around family. Backpack secured over his shoulders, he made a quick trip to his locker to grab that history textbook he needed for his homework tonight.

Or that was the plan, anyway. He stopped briefly and frowned; that was the annoying guy he'd talked to on the network recently, just casually strolling the halls. "What are you doing here?"

[glorifiedtrash]

Zelos had seen the soccer game. It'd been pretty interesting! Not at all something he usually went to. But he'd been more concerned with finding those who might be members of the network than enjoying it. So some things were probably lost on him. At the end he'd narrowed his possibilities to a handful of choices and well. It looks like he hadn't been wrong.

"It's my day off! You don't think a soccer game is a fine way to spend it?" He smiles, but he does want to make triple certain he has who he thinks he does. Even if it's all, but confirmed. "Maybe this is just my sense of humor."

The reference should be clear, right? If their talk was as memorable as it was for him.

[icy_heavens]

Depending on how much attention Zelos had actually paid to the game, he might realize that this was the kid who'd scored his team's first two goals. He was damn good at what he did.

He rolled his eyes. "Because it occurs to just anyone to drop by a middle-school soccer game. And I believe I told you that your sense of humour sucks."

Not in those exact words, of course, but yeah. He could double-speak, too. At least to a certain extent. And it wasn't so much that he found their conversation in particular to be memorable as that he just had a good memory in general.

Locke City Academy

[dyingtohealyou]

((OOC: Akito's shown himself on the network before, although he's got contacts today to hide his unnaturally blue eyes. He hasn't been too free about giving his name on the network, but he seems to enjoy playful banter while still intent on lending a hand where necessary. He's not gonna recognize Zelos right away.))

[Akito's heading home the minute school gets out, his backpack slung over one shoulder. Since his friends are all busy with their own stuff, he might as well just get back to his room and play some games while he watches the network, as usual. He doesn't even notice the star on his way to catch the bus.]

[glorifiedtrash]

[Way too many kids here. How is he ever going to find any of the ones he's looking for! ...Of course it helps when they walk right by him. Turning around after that initial glimpse, Zelos watches Akito's quickly growing distant figure. Hm. Hmmmm. Well. Can't hurt! He runs after him.]

Yoooo! Kid! With the brown hair!

[...That could be half of this crowd, well he's making a ruckus enough isn't he? Reaching out he tries to tug on the back of Akito's backpack to snag his attention.]

I've got a question for you!

[dyingtohealyou]

[He ignores it of course, assuming it's someone else...

Up until his bag gets tugged, anyway.]

--Huh?

[This guy looks vaguely familiar, but in his surprise, Akito can't quite place him.]

A Starbucks (pick one there are probably like 20)

[vetala]

((OOC: Kanti's said her actual name on the network several times, and a few people have seen her actual face on public video feeds on the network. It's common knowledge that she works at Starbucks, since she's got a co-worker or two on here. The obvious things about her interactions is that she's friendly, has weird hobbies, painfully sarcastic at times, and probably actually attached at the hips to Karson Valenti. The obvious things about her echos at this point in time is that she's probably a vampire.))

[Kanti isn't really dissatisfied with her job because that would require actually being satisfied with it in the first place. Mostly, she'd just glad that she has a steady means of getting money, which is great since it lets her do various hobby things and put money towards network things.

Still, she doesn't look all too happy to be working the machines in layered long-sleeves. It's not so much that it's hard, but the slight increase in temperature every time she has to steam milk isn't the most pleasant thing in the world.]

[glorifiedtrash]

[Well, it only took going into like a bajillion starbucks, but he thinks he might have gotten lucky this time around! Because when he asks the cute cashier at the counter about a sweet Miss Kanti he's looking for the answer he receives isn't a "never heard of her", but a questioning look back at the girl mixing the drinks. Did he mean that Kanti?

It might be a bit surprising when Kanti's coworker comes over and tells her someone from the "Numbers Club" is here to see her and the boss is apparently a fan so she can take an extended break so long as she gets his autograph. For his part Zelos just waves.]

[vetala]

[At the mention of 'Numbers Club' from an uninvolved co-worker, Kanti tenses before the words 'not interested' leave her mouth. She turns her head slowly to stare at the guy waving and tries not to cringe. She doesn't even like attention being called to this subject in the most subtle ways. For him to be so overt makes her wonder if there's an SUV waiting to snatch her from her job.

Still, he looks slightly familiar, like she's seen him on a flyer somewhere, and it takes her co-worker mentioning her manager being a fan for her to relax and take a breath before snatching a coffee cup for him to sign and making her way around the counter. Not to say she's all too happy about being called out when she reaches him, and it's really easy to use that to her advantage when looking scary, being that she's nearly 6'0 (even if he is an inch taller than her, dammit).]

I'm not sure what you're thinking, or if I know you well enough to judge, but this was probably a terrible idea.

Something Old Antiques

[originaloddcouple]

[ooc: The Dians have been very upfront about personal lives and work, used their full names every time they introduced themselves, and even advertised their antique store/occasional costume shop on the network.]

It's generally been a normal day for the Dians. A few people stopped by to see their wares, a few others wanted to get things appraised, and even more others came to complete transactions.

All in all, a pretty good day thus far.

Re: Something Old Antiques

[glorifiedtrash]

Something Old Antiques... This is the place! At least he thinks it is. Pushing open the door Zelos steps inside, a little hesitant. He doesn't...visit antique shopes much. Or, you know, ever. But uh he'll try not to break anything.

It's easy enough to navigate to the counter at least! "Hello there ♪. You wouldn't happen to be Mr. and Ms. Dian would you?"

...He didn't think he could mistake these two, but might as well ease into this!

[originaloddcouple]

Zeros won't have to worry much about breaking anything here. The shop is practically designed to evoke a casual feeling. Sort of.

The walls are lined with strange masks, clocks, and paintings of all sorts of different colors and hues. Vases, pots, bowls, and other ceramic plates sit haphazardly on zig-zag tables. A series of unusually shaped doors and corresponding doorknob lean against a wall or two. Bookshelves, typewriters, lamps, clothes racks, and any other item imaginable can be found anywhere, with no discernible organization plan. Finally, a giant Rube Goldberg device sits in the center of the shop. Where it starts or begins is anyone's guess.

Isaac and Miria are working at seperate ends of the counter, with Miria appraising a bunny-shaped vase, while Isaac skims through the official papers and such. Both have their own notepad connected to the network.

They smile brightly at the new customer they hope.

"That's us!"

"What can we help you with, good sir?

The edge of a wealthy end of town.

[destinedforrock]

Cinderella, who lives at 260 Saffron Way, in the stable in the two acres behind the big blue house - all directions which she provided with her and her good friend Mister Arthur's open invitation for a "barnyard party" on Labor Day - has just finished having her coat cleaned. As it's been going, little Linda and Michael Bell had come out, given her a usual washing and brushing - with particular focus on the little blue diamonds on her take that seem all the more increasingly unlikely to fade - finished up, and went back inside.

She feels a bit off-balance, after all that particular attention to one leg and on one side - but it's getting things over with. It's a thing she's used to enough that it's not a tedious process, and all told she enjoys it. That lack of balance aside, she takes a few faux-lightened steps over toward her stable, redirects herself, tosses her head and trots with her head held high along the fence to where that white cat whose name - if it's meant to have one, she does feel a little vexed every time the thought comes out that she has no clue what to call her by but "my cat friend" - she still doesn't know is also cleaning herself off.

Stations herself next to her. Turns her head to look at her. The cat pauses mid-lick. Returns that with a sideways look up at the horse, who turns closer to the cat. Flicks an ear. Tosses her head again - casually-jauntily. "Nice weather we're having..." she says. Light, dry, and idle.

[glorifiedtrash]

This was both an easy one and a hard one. He knew exactly where to go! ...Just there was no sane way to ask to visit someone's horse. And while he was doing some shady things to find those with numbers he was trying to avoid anything outright illegal. Last thing he needed was a record of trespassing for illegal horse visitation.

After some digging about he'd found a mutual acquaintance of his and the resident family's. A visit, lunch, lots of chatty talk and promises he didn't intend to keep later and- he made his way out into the yard to see the Bell's horse himself. For inspiration! If nothing else could be said about him he could lie his way into practically anything when he tried hard enough.

"...You know how hard you are to visit?" This said as he jogged up to the correct part of the fence Cinderella was at. ...There was a lot of fence on this property. "Hi."

[LSR Clinic]

[elfstoned]

[Aaron has made no secret of his identity over the network -- though it's been a while since his face or voice has appeared, he's used his real name and it's in the FAQ. The clinic really is a must-see for any member of the numbers club trying to get a handle on things.

If Zelos goes back far enough, he'll get the sense that Aaron Strider is a levelheaded man, running a charity clinic in the bad part of town. Not the friendliest or the most open, but he won't turn you away. Close friends with everyone who works there, but especially, it seems, Julen Sakazaki.

And if Zelos comes to the clinic, he's actually going to find Aaron smoking outside, a good thirty feet from the building.]

[glorifiedtrash]

[The clinic was a good place to get familiar with for many reasons! First, there was always the chance he'd start turning into a pony or a swamp monster or some such. That would be hard to explain to your every day doctor. Secondly, the people who worked there probably knew more about the stranger things that happened to those who were receiving these weird pulse-echo things than most anyone else. Third, well who wouldn't want to meet a real life "good Samaritan", hm?

For his part Zelos at least had the sense to show up in average clothes with his flashy red hair pulled back. No need to ask for trouble by making a spectacle of himself here. ...At least for right now.

Walking right up to the building he pauses outside the door and looks at the sign. Then he looks at Aaron. ...Back at the sign. ...Aaron. HMMMM.]

You are the doctor, right? Shouldn't you be against that sort of thing?

[Not asking for trouble doesn't last very long with him, whoops.]

LCHS hallway

[boredallready]

Really, Lloyd had been up late working on important things! Not that he could tell his last period teacher what. But sleeping through that whole test...his GPA was fragile enough as it was. And of course his attempts to convince her that a redo was in order hadn't worked.

Now Lloyd walked through the halls, frowning as he let his thoughts consume him. He wasn't sure how the numbers worked, but he knew he needed a lot of As and Bs if he was ever going to be allowed to join any sports. A zero definitely would not help that. Also his dad wouldn't be very happy.

"Maybe if Mr. Locke made more sense explaining stuff I wouldn't have to work on it so late..." he mumbled to himself. Because right now, blaming someone else seemed easier than taking responsibility for himself. At the very least, he obviously thought it was easier than paying attention to where he was going.