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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.

( THE BUZZING INTENSIFIES. )

steinsgatehaschosen

Dogs of The Organization! Don't think that I haven't figured out what you're up to. Cunning puppeteers as you think yourselves to be, you have all been dancing in the palm of my hand!

Listen, and listen well: I am the deranged mad scientist, Hououin Kyouma! What I desire is the destruction of the ruling structures of society! Many have sought to have me eliminated, but all have failed before my dizzying intellect, which surpasses Thomas Edison and Einstein!

You have been warned. If you intend to continue with this fool's game, then you will suffer the most dire of consequences!

synchronous

[ DJ never thought he'd actually be making a video post on this stupid secret network, but here he is. Doing exactly that.

He's not stupid, of course. He's still not going to show his face. He's standing, webcam at about chest level, and in his hands he's holding an awful ventriloquist's puppet. He tries to keep his voice level, but it contains a note of enthusiasm, and it should be familiar to anyone who shares a class with him at Locke High. ]

Look at this guy. He just showed up out of nowhere, fuck. Can you believe it? Isn't he great?

Trying to figure out what I should call him. Any ideas?

[ He shoves the puppet up closer to the webcam. Look at that face. Aw yeah. ]

selfsame

[ The video starts with a view of the ceiling in a dark room. There is muffled rap music in the distance until SUDDENLY it bursts forth and it is no longer muffled in the distance. It is loud and everything is terrible AND THEN! The lights switch on. The camera is slowly pointed at one tiny guy in what is a pigsty of a room. There are cans of Red Bull everywhere and then a thousand million individual beef jerky wrappers piled up beside each can.

The music gets louder and Excalibur is totally grinning shit-wide. He reaches out of the camera's sight and pulls out red shutter shades. He puts them on, leans back in his computer chair, and starts talking really loudly. ]

Hey. Hey. So this numbers shit. Poisoned tap water. Dicking around in the mines. Monsters. Weird lights I totally did not fucking see. Whatever.

Fuck the government. I always knew. That the government was up to basic business. Police? More like pigs. You know what. I think we need a little more of?? Shit stirring. Let's just. Fuck shit up. Vandalize Thunder Corp. Write cryptic messages on bus stops. Beat the shit out of journalists. You feel me?? Cause I do. It's time. To get a little crazy.

So. I decided to start a gang. We're gonna be called the "Badass Bikers" because we're going to be sooooo. Fucking. Badass. And we'll ride bikes. If you want in on this choice gang. Just tell me here. No geezers. No girls. Just a bunch of bros and their motorcycles. I'm the leader.

[ He pauses and then starts to talk again when there is suddenly a bang on his door and it flies open. He totally scrambles to his feet in a hurry. Another person's voice can be heard: ]

Bro. What the... what do you think you're doing at three in the morning. You woke me up with all this bloody racket! You're blessed that Father isn't in tonight-- turn it off and go to sleep! You can't be truant on Monday! Your sleep schedule...

[ Excalibur throws his sunglasses to the ground and stomps on them angrily. ]

Can't you fucking see. That I am broadcasting. A very important message?? I am so fucking busy. Too busy for school. Fuck school. That shit stinks worse than you.

Oh, for crying out loud... Can they see me?

[ No, no one can see Calliope. Not yet. So Excalibur grabs the camera and points at her in all her pajama'd glory. She shrieks and runs down the hall and Excalibur chases after until the cord gets pulled from the computer and that's the note they end on.

Excalibur you are an embarrassment. ]

neopianangst

[Initially, Shinji's holding his laptop so you can only see part of his head in the video. It's a pretty bad view to be shooting a video of. His voice is pretty quiet and hesitant.]

So, um, does anyone know what--

[Moving the laptop now, revealing the fact that's wearing a skintight article of clothing that resembles a wetsuit. He tried it on out of curiosity and is looking pretty embarrassed.

He's already sure he's going to regret this.]

--this is? Or remember anything like it, I guess...besides the girl I was talking to before.

epimethean

[Hey, it's a THUMB.

No, wait, it's a ginger dude who has his thumb over the phone camera, but he seems to realize his mistake soon enough. He gets a little too up close and personal with the feed before pulling back, all terrible plaid and a disingenuous grin that looks like it froze on his face a little bit.]

Good news!

[He is also apparently very, very British.]

Did some preliminary diagnostics, ran a few tests. [Finger wiggles for emphasis!] Pretty sure that this is not, in fact, an incredibly sophisticated government surveillance mechanism.

I know, I know, that's what I thought too! But I'm probably...sixty to seventy percent certain we're all right on that front, which is good, because for a while there I was thinking this was textbook government. You know, set up some kind of...secret diary forum, or something, give us secret access codes to make us feel important, then mine all our secret diary posts for their secret...government...things.

Anyway, point is, I'd like to revoke my membership. And it's--it's nothing you lot did, don't worry, I'm sure you're all--you're all great! Lovely folks, super club you've got, sure of it, just...not entirely comfortable with the concept. I mean--ha, it's like, uh. With the numbers and the...it's not for me, sorry. Sort of weird!

Pretty smart, though. Wish I'd thought of it.

[Wheatley laughs abruptly, genuinely uncomfortable before it and the nervous grin dissolve entirely.]

Seriously, though, who are you people? Because if you--if you are the government, I'm definitely out of here. No offense.

shut_up_idiot

So... I've been thinking. And I'm just warning you, this could get rambly.

Up until now I've sort of figured that all of these weird memories and things comes from someone, a specific someone since they seem to be involved with... someone I know. And from what I've seen here, I'm not the only one who's been thinking this, right?

Now, have anyone else ever wondered if maybe we're getting memories from more than just one person? Because otherwise I just can't get the last memory I got to make any kind of sense. All of the others have given me the impression that whoever I'm getting this from comes from a much older society than me. If I had to take a stab at it, I'd say probably ancient east asian of some kind. But then, recently, I remember crashing with a vehicle that was more like something you'd find in a science fiction movie.

And I've been trying to find some kind of connection between the two, but so far I've got nothing. And then I was thinking that maybe there's simply nothing to find. Maybe the only thing connecting these memories is that I, for some reason, suddenly remember them.

I don't know. It's just a thought.

boredallready

[Lloyd looks very exasperated. You might notice a couple of textbooks sitting next to him on his desk, as well.]

Okay, I know we're not supposed to tell anybody about this number unless they remember it or whatever. But, knowing about this is something that can keep people kinda busy right?

[He glances over at the books before continuing.]

Is there any way we could get more time to do our homework because of this place? I mean, I know I can't tell my teachers the real reason why, but there has to be some way to explain it, right?

[We'll ignore that he hasn't done much for meeting anyone because he was distracted by summer break. He just thinks his new teachers are being COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS.]

I'm pretty sure they don't think we have anything better to do. School's barely started and I already have a ton of work! Why do I hafta learn about how plants grow, anyway? I'm not gonna be a gardenist!

moarnomsplz

Yeah, so my parents, rent-zuh, are totally convinced I'm faking-ing it now. I was, like, this close to busting-ing out the tail and being like, 'Okay, kay, how am I faking this?'

But I didn't.

They would've been ay, able to see it, though, right?

[He really doesn't know what to think anymore. This last week was his first direct experience with the effects of leaving Locke City.]

Any-nee-way. Did I miss anything-ing good?

talkshitgetsis

[Have you heard this voice before? It's probably hard to tell considering how absolutely toneless her voice is as she's speaking. Or maybe that's the dead giveaway? Either way it's pretty obvious this is going to be the opposite of a long emotional monologue.]

If I were to attempt to induce one of the memories, visions, whatever they are.

What would be the most effective way? I'm not stupid enough to think there's a foolproof way to make it happen, but I'd like to know if there's something I can do to increase my chances.

[A long pause, either deliberating on what to say, or whether or not to just stop talking.]

I had my first echo well over a month ago. Nothing since then.

synchronous

So who had the "conversation with a really annoying AI program" echo?

[ Text message to Roxy Kurosawa ]

Hey, the name "Jane" ring any bells for you?

professorwolf

The first day back to school was usually boring, full of course schedules and new books. So Lyall had made the first day back for the Numbers Club, he hoped, at least a little cheerful. There were decorations as if he were throwing a party, put up in his classroom-- which, really, he kind of was-- plenty of sugary snacks-- most of which he couldn't eat-- and wasn't even putting up the illusion that this was for studying today. There were cards, games, and the desks moved into a slightly more circular pattern for people to mingle.

And he was standing in front of the demonstration counter at the front of the room, leaning back on it casually, instead of sitting behind it letting people do their own thing. This, he hoped, meant he could greet anyone coming in, if he wasn't too busy with someone else.

If they were in this for the long haul, then he wanted to know all his students who were forced to be in it, with him.

snakeintallgrass

Excuse me.

[ the video feed is turned on, revealing a pale young woman with long white hair and piercing blue eyes. she speaks in cool, level tones: ]

Before we begin, allow me to make a few things clear. I've reviewed the archives thoroughly, so there's no need for edification. I've given it some thought and come to terms with its existence, so there's no need for explanation. As such, all that remains is an introduction.

[ she sits back, elegantly crossing her legs. her facial expression does not budge in the slightest.

given her bare knee and the angle of the camera, it is entirely indiscernible whether she is wearing pants or not. ]

My name is Yousha Hida. My skillset lies entirely in the perception of the truth behind truths - in detecting the axioms responsible for forming any consistent system, and through inductive logic understanding the universe they create as a result.

[ she uncrosses her legs, then crosses them in the opposite order. it is becoming increasingly unlikely that she is wearing pants. ]

There. That should be sufficient, hmm? So with that settled, I'd like to ask the network's opinion on a matter.

[ she leans forward, her blue-eyed gaze intensifying. ]

What it is that makes something "true?" Suppose a man says his wife will die tomorrow. The next day, she develops a freak cough and passes away. Were his words "the truth?" The statement was true in retrospect, of course, but it seems to have been by chance. Now suppose the same man says the same words - but when the disease does not kill her, he takes matters into his own hands. Are his words now the truth, now that he has ensured their validity? What if he intends to kill her, but dies himself? Perhaps it is best to just consider him on that first day, before his wife's fate has been decided. What is it that decides, in that moment, if he is telling the truth?

[ the beginnings of a smile spread across her face. it is not entirely pleasant. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ and with a single dainty hand, she reaches out and stops the recording.

what a pretentious ass. ]

dorkytracksuit

wow holy shit i need doctor. one to come here because clearly i can never leave my house ever again. fuck.

shit okay. in other news; i bought a house. it has three rooms and a pull out couch so we can probably fit like i don't know, 8 people in here if some folks are willing to share. this is going to be a safe house okay. i bolded it to make sure you notice that part. i'll even type it again huge.

this is going to be a safe house.

if you need a place to go, and you can't go home, or you don't have a home, or something happens and you need help. come here

okay done, annoying font use is over.

in addition paying for this house is going to get a lot fucking harder now that i can NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE. so if anyone wants to help with upkeep, rent, food, etc that would certainly be appreciated. thanks.

carolinesays

Summer is ending, children, and with school teetering on the horizon, here's a chance to exercise your critical thinking skills as preparation.

I would like volunteers for an experiment. A very small one. It'll hardly take effort on your part, as I would not wish to interrupt your daily business. All you need is some recording equipment. Real recording equipment, not fake likely-incorporeal dubiously-"magical" recording equipment used by this network. Digital or analog are acceptable. A webcam or phone camera will suffice.

( non-IC cut for length NO POWERPOINT THIS TIME )

sugoku

[She starts off with a bored sigh]

Is that what those numbers were for? I hoped it was something more interesting than just some little secret club. That's such a stupid induction process too. You get to run with the cool kids if you remember a sequence weird numbers that seemed more like a dream? You should rethink this a little, I believe.

On the other hand, this could be the gateway to meeting some interesting people right? Instead of the usual questions from me, why don't you tell me about yourself instead. What kind of people have I found myself with here?

wonk

part the first:
Who: Roxy, Thad, and Dr. Strider
Where: LSR clinic
When: Morning of the 13th
What: Getting her pink eyes checked

part the second:
Who: Roxy, Thad, DJ
Where: A generic street corner in the city somewhere
When: Around noon on the 13th
What: Introducing a dork to a dickprince

synchronous

[ About half an hour after his conversation with Roxy, DJ tries inputting the string of numbers in a text document on his computer. Wonder of wonders, it works again. Intriguing. He looks around for a while before typing anything, but after a while... ]

I tried converting it to binary, octal, hex, decoding it from any system that even remotely made sense, switching the digits around, inverting it, multiplying it by 42, you fucking name it, and in the end this string haunting my every waking thought turns out to be a god damn public key for a secret message board hidden in my plate of mashed potatoes? I'm just glad this works on my computer, too. Can't go around writing in my food whenever I want to chat.

I must be going crazy. There's no other explanation.

Anyway. I went through some of the archives and found what appears to be a writeup for newbie forum-goers. Extremely helpful, would read again. Looks like a whole lot of shit's been going down for a few months now and I just happened to stumble ass-first into what outsiders must assume is some increasingly bizarre LARP campaign. But I think I've got the gist of it. People who aren't part of whatever this is can't see the forum, people have been experiencing weird memory alterations and physical changes, and animals are mutating and maybe trying to kill people. Is there anything else I should be aware of?

Also -- Roxy, nice timing on the fake hacking attempt. It was really cute.

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

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