savetheearth | ten sick, disgusting thoughts

[the image below appears on its own as a separate post on the network, shortly before the explanatory text post. it's a page from what looks like a composition book.]

Hey, numbers club. It's me, Brooke, again. I've been taking some notes lately—that's the page I sent here a few minutes ago. I couldn't figure out how to get them out of my notebook and make a post at the same time, so sorry for spamming the place. This is getting kind of long, so I'm going to cut it.

Anyway, there's some... I guess inconsistencies that I'm worried about. Right after we saw the light in the sky here in Locke, a bunch of weird things started happening. (Understatement of the year.) These little creatures started showing up called vermini. And then bigger ones. And then a huge one, a vermaxi, crashed Rachel's Halloween party and put a lot of people in danger. I haven't heard about anything like that happening in Vegas, so that makes me think they're Thunder's creation. But keep an eye out anyway, okay?

Because there's always the chance that they weren't created by Thunder and they were... beamed here or something by the light in the sky. Or that they cause the light in the sky as, like, some kind of beacon for something bigger. I don't know. I just think there might be something going on that those aliens that visited don't know about. Maybe they have another rogue agent on their hands?

Oh, right, and the brain thing. Thunder had this brain in a jar or something kept hidden away that we found on an expedition. I didn't take any notes on that but I could probably find them if I went back far enough. Anyway, I want to say that whatever it was probably got destroyed in the snake's rampage, but I've seen too many zombie movies to believe something's dead without seeing a body. Metaphorically.

I'm mostly just thinking out loud with this post, but I guess if anybody has any more information or wants to shoot my theories down or whatever, feel free. Just no flame wars. ;)

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That's some...creepy shit. What do you do with a brain in a jar...?

Either way I appreciate the info. I wonder if Thundercorp has any facilities in Vegas...Maybe trouble only pops up around them? Or vice versa? Either way...

I wouldn't be surprised if Thunder had a hold in Vegas—I mean, big flashy buildings with high-rolling clientele? Seems like it would attract all kinds of sleaze.

Maybe some Vegas natives can start looking around. The media knows about a bunch of Locke's people, but numbers club members in Vegas are probably still under the radar.

I wish I could help.

[Tilts his head back and groans a groan fit for a dragon.]

I need to get out of here! Running away to Vegas would be just the ticket...

At least until it starts to grow back...

Be careful with that, though. I don't know if we'll keep our memories of the network when we're traveling between Locke and Vegas. You might not even remember why you're leaving in the first place and decide to just turn around and head back.

I think the best way to help right now would be to gather intel before we make any bigger plans.

I'm not much of an intel-gatherer. Don't quite...have the brain for it.

More of a do-er.

And a failer.

Then I think you should keep yourself safe as best as you can while the intel people figure out what to do. And then we'll point you in the right direction and watch you fly. [she grins.] You know, I'd bet you're not as much of a failure as you think you are.

[beat.]

Wow, that is the definition of a backhanded compliment. I'm sorry.

Jesus christ, be gentle would you!?

[Rubs his head.]

I'm still getting over a traumatic incident here.

Sorry. What happened? You said something about it growing back. [she can kind of guess, but it's better to ask.] Did you, like. Lose a bet?

A monster fucking ate my god damn motherfucking afro, thanks.

Oh. Wow. That is... not what I was expecting. I'm sorry, I really need to stop being so glib. How long had you been growing it for? I don't really know anything about afros.

Like, forever. As far as jewfros go, it was the top prize. My whole identity was based around that afro. It was everything to me, a point of pride like no other.

And then a giant hairbrush ate it off of my head.

It was terrifying, to say the least. And painful. And now, shameful.

A hairbrush? So... it was during that weird object monster thing that was hitting a bunch of people in the city. The one that Geoff and everyone took care of.

What was the deal with that? Curiouser and curiouser.

When you ask me to explain the logistics between a gigantic hairbrush sucking the hair from my skull, I think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves.

No pun intended, jesus fuck.

Good point. I wonder if you'd even remember that part of losing your afro if you left, though. Maybe you'd end up thinking you just took a razor to your head in a fit of madness.

Or I won't know why it's gone at all and start shrieking in horror until I pass out.

You've given me a lot to think about.

[for a moment, she just looks incredulous.]

...Okay, I'll take it. It's not every day I get people thinking about things. I didn't even get your name, though.

Connie Springer! Surprised you haven't heard of me by now, honestly. I'm kind of a big deal.

Fighter of naked giants, flipper of fries, master of false bravado.

...Oh my god, you're the Quickening.

[Connie, who was leisurely leaning on the back two feet of his chair, jolts forward and nearly falls out of his chair. He has a stunned grin on his face.]

Holy fucking shit.

You're goddamn right!

Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to run into you?

Okay, well, it's since I met the Arch Nemesis and she called you her BFF and partner in crime. So that mystery is solved. She's really had nothing but good things to say about you.

Sorry for assuming you were dating.

Oh, uh, yeah, it's cool. Happens between superheroes...[Adjusts his skicap uncomfortably. He used to have an afro to run his fingers through but alas.]

Thanks for recognizing me, though! Always great to meet a fan~

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