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savetheearth2014-03-07 06:56 pm
lookulittleshit) wrote in savetheearth2014-03-07 06:56 pm
[network/action combo; march 7th, late afternoon]
[ Well, hello. A flood of posts of various mediums is not what Daniel had been expecting when he relented to jotting his Number on his smartphone's notepad app. As he waits for a waiter to bring him a box to take his leftovers home, he scrolls past the video posts and skims the text posts, trying to make sense of what sort of forum he's stumbled upon. Debating the pros and cons to taking the bus or hailing down a cab to his new apartment has been temporarily put on hold.
Through one of the posts from another "newbie", Daniel finds Mordin's FAQ post.
"a string of numbers that you cannot forget", yes.
"discovery of a new memory", yes -- wait. Memory?
"observing civilians will see blank pages or device equivalent." Daniel casts a glance around the pedestrians and other loiterers, then returns his attention to his screen.
Corrupt policemen? Ah, that's nothing new. "Police willing to execute teenagers (video evidence)", though -- what in the world? Not something he's willing to watch in public, even with that tidbit about civilians seeing a blank screen.
He continues scrolling. He's barely into the timeline when his blood goes cold.
"evidence suggests family killed and house burned down by Vincent Albero."
By Vincent Albero.
He continues reading, but with greater intensity, more interest. A hint of trepidation. The earthquake in December -- that had made national news because of how unexpected it had been. That had been related to this- this Number? This 'memory'?
Hell. Like many others, he first instinct is to turn tail and run, but he hasn't got that option.
He silently frets over this new information as he packs his food, pays his check and waits for his change. He nearly forgets to leave a tip, and in fact makes it several tables away before remembering and hurrying back to shove the bills under the condiments. He spends the next ten minutes taking shelter from the light rain beneath an overhang and wondering if he should stop by a store to boost his stock of cheap wine.
No. No, he'd rather just go straight back.
He looks down at that link again, the video link to Paul Ben's death. He swallows.
He opens his keypad and thumbs in his Number. Lifting the phone to his ear, he glances around before speaking. ]
[ voice ]
[ Just above a whisper: ] Hi there. [ He glances around again. No sign that the people around him have noticed. A little louder, then. ] On old Olympus' towering tops, a Finn and German viewed some hops...
[ Another quick glance about and-- no? Nothing for that, either? (Those who are going or have gone through medical school might recognize that as a mnemonic for the twelve cranial nerves.)
He lets out a shaky sigh of relief. ]
That proves that, I guess.
[ He sucks in a breath. ]
Well, then. I've got a question. Does anyone remember knowing a warrior named Thor? Like the god of thunder from Norse mythology, but not... exactly. Or- or a frozen wasteland. Blue giants with the power to freeze?
That was my 'memory', my... 'Echo' or 'Pulse.' What I find most peculiar about it, though, is that I remember fighting-- fighting against these giants with knives and magic. Have any of you remembered the same? Doing something so... astonishing, but completely unfathomable? I just-- I can't imagine doing any of tha-- oh! Oh!
[ action, open to one party ]
[ There's a woosh of indiscriminate sound as Daniel drops the phone to his side, rushing to hail down a taxi before it passes by. In his haste, he collides into another person and staggers backwards.
It's a Numbered person.
Of course, he doesn't know it and they wouldn't know he's one, either, but here's a hint: he's dropped his phone and while, miraculously, it hasn't shattered, the phone call was ended. Thus, the app behind it is the one in full view on the screen and that happens to be the notepad window with a bunch of Network posts on it, easy to see.
At the moment, Daniel's more concerned about damage control on the person he rushed into. ]
Shit-- sorry. Are you alright?
Through one of the posts from another "newbie", Daniel finds Mordin's FAQ post.
"a string of numbers that you cannot forget", yes.
"discovery of a new memory", yes -- wait. Memory?
"observing civilians will see blank pages or device equivalent." Daniel casts a glance around the pedestrians and other loiterers, then returns his attention to his screen.
Corrupt policemen? Ah, that's nothing new. "Police willing to execute teenagers (video evidence)", though -- what in the world? Not something he's willing to watch in public, even with that tidbit about civilians seeing a blank screen.
He continues scrolling. He's barely into the timeline when his blood goes cold.
"evidence suggests family killed and house burned down by Vincent Albero."
By Vincent Albero.
He continues reading, but with greater intensity, more interest. A hint of trepidation. The earthquake in December -- that had made national news because of how unexpected it had been. That had been related to this- this Number? This 'memory'?
Hell. Like many others, he first instinct is to turn tail and run, but he hasn't got that option.
He silently frets over this new information as he packs his food, pays his check and waits for his change. He nearly forgets to leave a tip, and in fact makes it several tables away before remembering and hurrying back to shove the bills under the condiments. He spends the next ten minutes taking shelter from the light rain beneath an overhang and wondering if he should stop by a store to boost his stock of cheap wine.
No. No, he'd rather just go straight back.
He looks down at that link again, the video link to Paul Ben's death. He swallows.
He opens his keypad and thumbs in his Number. Lifting the phone to his ear, he glances around before speaking. ]
[ voice ]
[ Just above a whisper: ] Hi there. [ He glances around again. No sign that the people around him have noticed. A little louder, then. ] On old Olympus' towering tops, a Finn and German viewed some hops...
[ Another quick glance about and-- no? Nothing for that, either? (Those who are going or have gone through medical school might recognize that as a mnemonic for the twelve cranial nerves.)
He lets out a shaky sigh of relief. ]
That proves that, I guess.
[ He sucks in a breath. ]
Well, then. I've got a question. Does anyone remember knowing a warrior named Thor? Like the god of thunder from Norse mythology, but not... exactly. Or- or a frozen wasteland. Blue giants with the power to freeze?
That was my 'memory', my... 'Echo' or 'Pulse.' What I find most peculiar about it, though, is that I remember fighting-- fighting against these giants with knives and magic. Have any of you remembered the same? Doing something so... astonishing, but completely unfathomable? I just-- I can't imagine doing any of tha-- oh! Oh!
[ action, open to one party ]
[ There's a woosh of indiscriminate sound as Daniel drops the phone to his side, rushing to hail down a taxi before it passes by. In his haste, he collides into another person and staggers backwards.
It's a Numbered person.
Of course, he doesn't know it and they wouldn't know he's one, either, but here's a hint: he's dropped his phone and while, miraculously, it hasn't shattered, the phone call was ended. Thus, the app behind it is the one in full view on the screen and that happens to be the notepad window with a bunch of Network posts on it, easy to see.
At the moment, Daniel's more concerned about damage control on the person he rushed into. ]
Shit-- sorry. Are you alright?
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