savetheearth | Entries tagged with heartcatch precure: yuri tsukikage

Who: Raye Satterfield and NPCs
What: It's her birthday and before anything else, she has to answer an unexpected call.
When: October 3rd during the day.
Warnings: Things go bad.

( Sometimes warriors get hurt. )

no_love_potions

[The video feed comes up on Harry's office in his home. He's spent some time since discovering what the Number in his head is for looking over this network thing and it's probably about time to let the other people know.]

Okay, now the whole "Number" thing makes sense.

[He takes a breath, scrubbing a hand over the day or so of stubble growth on his face.]

Well, I did want to be in the loop but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Some of you already know me, but for everyone who doesn't, my name's Harry Lyre.

[Another breath.]

I'll just drop this bomb now, I'm with the press and I've been following this whole situation since March and I'm not a fan of the rep you guys have been getting lately. So... if anybody wants to get their story out, consider this an offer to help you do just that. Anonymous or otherwise.

So, now that that's out of the way. [He claps his hands together, leaning forward slightly.]

Who's Danny?

Later On, Private to Melissa's Number Courtesy of Robyn

You and I are going to need to have a talk soon.

theearth

Who: Open!
What: Crustacean commotion. CRAB BATTLE.
When: 26th September, daytime
Where: Las Vegas, flooded area and surroundings
Warnings: Violence. If your thread requires more warnings, please note them in your comment header!

( Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs? )

peacefulwinter

( Log (closed): A series of text messages. )

( Off-network text (closed: Lily) )

[video (open)]
[That afternoon, Winter fires up her Kindle, looking into the camera with a smile.] Hi, everyone! I know Lily said we're okay after certain events a few days ago, but I just wanted to check in myself. I've been worried about a few things, but... everything's starting to come together. My parents have jobs here, I have a place to live for now... it'll be okay. I'm certain of that.

[Her smile falters for just a moment.] I'm still worried about that huge lobster... thing... that's living under the city, though. It's kind of like that last little bit of uncertainty before we fought the huge snake in Locke, and we don't know what's going to happen next. We need to prepare ourselves for the worst. I know I said it before, but... things are probably going to get dangerous here soon, and we need to prepare ourselves to fight again.

But that's not something I'm going to worry too much about right now. [She grins again.] I'm sure everything will be all right. We'll make it okay, whatever it takes. So I'm going to live for today, and worry about tomorrow when it comes. I have too much to live for to spend my life wondering what tomorrow will bring.

So... how has everyone been? I've been a little out of the loop this month.

gogoghostpowers

[Today's video of Danny brought to you with a wide grin on Cure Phantom's face and a backdrop of eyesearing bright green. It could be mistaken for a glowing green screen, if not for the fact that the color is subtly shifting in the background, and are those...floating boulders?]

Guys--guys, I figured it out! All those weird little portals that have been showing up in Locke lately? They're ghost portals! There's--this is some place called the Ghost Zone, it's like a whole other dimension where all ghosts come from!

This is--[Danny looks up and his eyes widen.] Oh--whoa, whoa!

[The video starts shaking and it's not clear what's going on, beyond the fact that the green in the background becomes a clear sky blue. Once the video stabilizes, though, it becomes clear that Danny's back in the human world. As he swings the phone around to show the sights before him, a small mountain range comes into view.]

...wow, okay, uh. I guess I'm in Vegas now.

alilyinthemoonslight

[Lily appears, looking a little nervous.]

Hi, everyone. You might have noticed Linda posting before about Winter and I sort of, ah. Getting eaten by a magic mirror.

Obviously, that sort of. Well. Didn't last. We're fine - Winter and I both came out without anything wrong with us. If anything, we're... better than ever, honestly.

[She smiles.]

Sorry if we worried anyone.

In the meantime, we're still feeling our way around here in Vegas and figuring out what to do. I don't think any of us know how "permanent" or not this is going to be, and... all of the schools here are shut down for the time being. [She shakes her head.] But... we're managing, and we've got problems here that need to be looked into just as much as Locke. Still... if anyone needs anything back home, do say something, okay? [Her vision diverts from the screen a little bit.] I'm worried about you guys, so... stay safe, as best you can.

[And with that, she clicks the video closed.]

alilyinthemoonslight

Who: Lily, Winter, others [OPEN to friendly Vegas dwellers, except where noted.]
What: ~~Requisite mid-season magical girl power up time~~ Lily has called people nearby to talk and try and get a handle on who's around. Also, she has this nifty thing! ... too bad she doesn't know how to make it work ...
Where: We're going to say a food court somewhere - let's say the Miracle Mile Shops at Planet Hollywood in Vegas. They have places where random gatherings could just converge.
When: Monday, September 15th, Mid-Afternoon

( Lily wasn't content to just sit around. )

onecream_fivesugar

[It's been well over a week since Robyn last made an appearance on the network. She had needed some time to recover and sort herself out after the ordeal she had been through, she wasn't anywhere near one hundred percent but she was at least ready to make an attempt to show up in front of her friends again.

She was incredibly nervous about doing this, she knew there were a fair number of people that thought it would be best to wait for the mafia to release her... But that wasn't exactly how things had worked out. She knew there had been a lot of arguing over the situation. She had only seen a little of it during the short time she had access to the network, but it was enough to make her nervous of how people might be reacting to the fact that her rescuers had probably made the mafia really angry. She certainly couldn't bring herself to be mad at them, they had saved her plain and simple.]

[So the feed opens up with Robyn staring at the screen, chewing on her lower lip nervously. After a moment she'll raise her hand and wave nervously. She certainly looks to be a lot better than when she was being held by Albero, but there are dark bags under her eyes. It's pretty obvious she hasn't been sleeping well lately.]

Uhmm... Hey! Uh-Long time, no see?

I just wanted everyone to know I'm here and uhm-I'm fine.

So... You all don't have to worry anymore.

I-uh... Haven't really been checking here over the last little while and I kind of, sorta lost my cellphone during the-

[She frowns and decides against talking about what had happened and moves on.]

-The thing... But I just got a new one a couple days ago, so getting a hold of me shouldn't be a problem.

[She stares at the screen for a moment, completely unsure of what to say next. She feels like this may not have been the best idea.]

Well-I'm gonna go now. I just wanted to say well... Thank you and I-I'm sorry for everything that happened.
[She let's out a deep breath and shuts down the feed for now. She'll give herself a few minutes before she starts responding.]

[OOC: Hey! I know there are people that mentioned wanting to visit Robyn after the plot. If anyone still wants to do that feel free to start something here or let me know and I can get things going.]

guitar_case_vagabond

[Okay, video feed from the number that typically belongs to Raye Satterfield. King of a weird angle being aimed straight up at the ceiling. Odd enough.

Oh, hey, there's her weird one-eyed sailor uniform popping into frame and looking at the feed. He waves one sleeve and then sets to work, setting up tiles from various word-based board games to spell out his message.]

HELLO EVERYONE I HOPE YOU ARE ALL DOING WELL AFTER LAST WEEKS EVENTS

I HAVE QUESTIONS AND I HOPE TO SEEK ADVICE

FIRST THOUGH DOES ANYBODY KNOW OF ANY GOOD MOVIES TO WATCH ON THE NETFLIX

THE SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELING PANTS WAS A TERRIBLE DISAPPOINTMENT

[What do you do, network? WHAT DO YOU DO?]

gogoghostpowers

[Time for a phone selfie video! I hope you like this kinda-shaky view of Danny from the shoulders up as he sits on his bed.]

Okay, so I got asked to check out the new mountain that popped up in Vegas--see if anything's in there that we ought to know about. Well...the answer's no.

[The camera shakes for a moment and when it stabilizes, Danny has a hand pressed up against the side of his head and grimacing as though he's got a bad headache.]

The place is totally empty. I didn't find anything--except for a couple of old bodies, which, uh, ew. Anyway, I don't know how much that helps, but...there you go, I guess. If that matters to--[the video shifts and looks up at where the wall and ceiling of Danny's bedroom meet.]

Hang on, I don't--why am I--Ahh!!

[There's a dull thud noise, and then silence for a few moments. Danny's hand passes over the video a few times, trying to grasp at the phone but failing. When he talks, his voice suddenly sounds very far away.]

Okay, uhhh. Change of plans. Can somebody come over here and help me find myself?

peacefulwinter

The Winter that appears when the camera clicks on... looks like she's had better days. There are bags under her eyes, her hair's a mess, and she's vaguely twitchy. But she seems whole, at least. She's also in an unfamiliar room, for anyone that's been keeping score... and that's unusual in and of itself. She'd already showed what color her new walls were, and this isn't it.

"Hi, everyone... I wanted to say that if anyone was looking for us over the weekend, we decided to leave Locke City. I can't... there's no way I could stay in the city with everything that's going on. It feels like I'm r-running away, but I refuse to let my parents be in danger. Or the people I care about. I-" She cuts off, grimacing. She said she wouldn't do certain things anymore, and it's making her hold her tongue now.

"Anyway, Lily and I decided to come back here until things settle down in Locke. Jasmine and Marina are with us, too, and my parents. We left Thursday... and here we are. I'm tired from all the driving, but if anyone needs anything, let me know. And... if anyone wants to get together, let me know about that, too. I could use the time to unwind, or else I'm just going to crash. That won't end well for anyone." Least of all Lily, who will have to deal with her unease, but that's another matter. "That's all I wanted to say. Sorry for not letting anyone know earlier, I just... I didn't want to draw any attention away from the important things. I think that's everything, so... um. I hope things are going all right for everyone."

She reaches out a hand, and the feed clicks off.

( And she subsequently lets someone else do the thinking. )

[[The girls left Thursday afternoon, without fanfare but with several conspicuous stops for luggage and passengers. Winter made a point of locking up the house behind her, and all the lights are off. They'll remain that way, barring anything unusual happening. Winter's parents are staying in a hotel room (an actual hotel, rather than one of the casinos) by themselves, with Winter and Lily in a second, and Jasmine and Marina in a third. She's not publically sharing the location of any of the rooms, for now at least. But she won't be hiding her presence in Vegas, either - and she will not return to Locke short of her friends or her house being in serious danger.]]

scramasax

[Paper crumpling and a shaking video feed.

A voice scraping.]

There's a monster in the warehouse with Robyn.

[Pulled tighter upward, dry crack:]

-- Help, I can't find the people who -- ! I can't find the people who went to -- went to find Robyn, there's a Vermaxi in the warehouse - [Swallows, releases to impatient shake - ] -- There's a Vermaxi in the warehouse with Robyn, does anyo - any - anyone already - do they already know -- ?!

((OOC: This would be already after people were well on their way to either attempt to rescue Robyn or intercept the first group. Thread-jack and what have you as necessary!))

onecream_fivesugar

[Robyn had just wanted to go spend some time with her aunt, they were going to get ice cream and have a grand old time. The last thing she expected or wanted to have was a group of mafia goons suddenly swarm her on the street and pull her into a black van that had just swerved up to the curb. The thugs had come, swept Robyn up and had disappeared just as fast as they come. She tried her best to fend them off but well... She was a sixteen year old girl with the power to summon rose petals randomly and run kind of fast. She wasn't prepared or capable or defending herself from something like this.

Over twenty four hours had passed since that happened. Of course, Robyn had no idea what time it was, she had completely lost track of time a few hours in. She hadn't even heard much from the thugs after they brought to god knows where. When they arrived they had sat her down in a chair, tied, gagged and blindfolded her only to back off and leave her without another or word or an explanation as to why they were doing this. She could hear them speaking in hushed tones, but none of them would answer her muffled cries.

So she did the only things she could: she squirmed and tried to break free to no avail, she screamed, she cried, she slept a little but not much. She was too terrified to do that for very long.

Eventually Someone did approach her. Told her that they'd let her go if she helped them deliver a message. ...Robyn agreed. They untied her hands, removed the gag and blindfold and shortly after they gave her a laptop. It didn't take her long after that to connect to the network.

[ As soon as he's sure that Robyn seems to have connected to the mystery numbers network, a man steps forward. Anyone who has ever Googled him should recognise him, since he's pretty distinctive-looking, but he's going to introduce himself for the benefit of people who haven't. What a lovely man. ]

Well, hello. Assuming my friend here is telling the truth and you can all see me - and she better be -

[ He places a hand on Robyn's head. It's an unmistakably threatening gesture. Robyn flinches at the touch, but she's not in a position to stop him. ]

- then I assume you all know who I am. Albero. Mr. Albero. And I have a proposal for your, ah... collective.

[ He grins, lowering his shades just enough to peer over the top of them. ]

Get out of my city. You're in the way. Pack your freak bags and get the hell out. You do that, and I won't come after you. The unpleasantness will stop. You stay here? Me and the family keep having our fun. And believe me, my unsavoury friends, we have been having a lot of fun with this. You're great entertainment! Bravo. But all good things must come to an end, huh?

[ He ruffles Robyn's hair, still grinning in an incredibly unpleasant manner. Fresh tears well up in her eyes. ]

To prove I can keep my promises, I'll be letting my new friend here go home by the end of the day. As long as nobody tries anything stupid, anyhow. Sounds good, right, princess?

[Robyn whimpers and looks away, her eyes fixed on the ground as tears stream down her cheeks.]

[ He crouches so that he's at Robyn's level, still smiling into the camera as he takes is hand from her head and instead grips her shoulder. Rather too hard, unfortunately - hopefully she doesn't bruise easily. ]

[Robyn bit her lip and shook her head frantically. She tried to stop herself from making a sound, but despite her efforts she let out a pained groan.]

I suggest you all consider my offer. [And to Robyn:] End it.

[Robyn's arms shook and she slowly raised trembling hands to the laptop again, her fingers fumbled on the keyboard but she didn't actually shut down her connection to the network. Albero stepped away from the computer to speak to a few of the men that had been holding Robyn over the last day, leaving her alone with the network open for now. Does anyone want to say hi?]

[OOC: Used red for Robyn bits!]

stopinthenameofawe

[Maybe this isn't something that would have bothered Melissa normally, but... well. With everything going on even she feels like she should check.]

Hey. Anybody seen Robyn today? She was supposed to come chill with me for the night, but she hasn't shown up. Her dad doesn't know where she is either.

...For the record, we made this arrangement in person, so it's not because of her losing her memories of the network.

[.....Danny she swears to god if this has anything to do with you...]

italktofish

[The video feed opens, and it's clearly underwater. There's a shot of a tunnel, one that looks like it's partially blocked by rock and sand, but then it quickly turns to face Arthur.]

Ahoy there! I'm sure you've seen on the news how Las Vegas FLOODED, and since I'VE been in Vegas, You know I had to check it out! And I found something OUTRAGEOUS!

[Arthur looks like he's about to burst with outrageous excitement. The video feed pans again, and that sure is a lobster. Or a crab. Some mix between the two. Whatever it is, it's on the ground there at the bottom of wherever the flooded area he's investigating is. It's also enormous, and it's about 300 meters long.]

I FOUND it! I FOUND THE OUTRAGEOUS SEA CREATURE THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT!

[Really, he's looking way more excited than any man should look while underwater next to a giant crustacean. He's close enough to touch it now, and he turns the camera back to face both him and the lobster-thing behind him, like he's takling a selfie, giving himself a chance to smile and wave. He then turns it back to face the creature.]

AHOY THERE! YOU MUST BE THE OUTRAGEOUS SEA CREATURE I'VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT! I'M AQUAMAN, BUT MY FRIENDS CALL ME ARTHUR! YOU CAN CALL ME ARTHUR!

[The creature actually stirs slightly at that yelling, though it does not wake. The camera feed shakes from the movement, as though the creature stirring is making the water a little choppy for Arthur. Anyone in Vegas in the vicinity of the flooded area may be aware that there was just a very slight tremor at that exact moment.

Someone should probably tell him not to do that again.]

proudbraveandtall

For anyone in Vegas, if you find an opening into that mountain, don't go in it.

[There's a clink of ice against glass, a muttered curse in a language that's not English, liquid pouring.]

There could be a dragon inside.

buildyourworld

[ For many of the Numbers, the changes that took place in Las Vegas since the 24th probably meant nothing to them other than a steady rise of infamy, no thanks to the press for blowing everything out of proportions. Having waited before making the post to the Network, Eugen along with other FBI Agents has been scouting the affected areas to make sure livelihood is not negatively influenced by the sudden raise of earth level.

But of course, trying to film the area without being bombarded by reporters was not an easy feat so instead, the Network gets a bunch of really cool pictures of the now mountainous casinos street (or rather mountain trails), theme parks, houses and buildings that has been perfectly fitted into the ledges, a pretty cool looking mountain top that may trigger echo to some members of the magical community and small forested areas that shouldn't be possible in the desert land of Las Vegas.

Also included are pictures of flooded streets and entire flooded lower area of Las Vegas. Once the pictures slide ended, Eugen address the Network from the safely of the hotel suite. ]

I'm sure everyone is sufficiently informed about what happened in Las Vegas. As you can see from the pictures, things are not as bad as reported by the press. Damages are rather minimal and most buildings were... magically fitted into the landscape without structure problems. It's probably safe to assume that the casinos aren't going to collapse anytime soon while you're gambling in there. It's also a lot cooler now that it's not a desert land.

We do have a rather big problem though, all the lower areas are flooded and rescue missions are being carried out in the affected areas. With all the incidents happening here being connected to water in one way or another, I'm honestly a little worried with the presence of such a large body of water. I think, it's also noteworthy to mention that it seem the echo boundaries has expanded... most likely encompassing all the areas affected by this change.

[ Pause. ] To those who attended the cultist conference, were there anything noteworthy to share among the community?

abhero

So, about the aliens.

You know the perky one? He was handing out ice cream last week, and then came to the shell freaks’ meeting-- I think his name’s Badri. We talked at the ice cream thing, and I asked him if he had cool alien powers. He said he can’t used them on me, but he can show me how it works on a pigeon.

[There’s a pause. Emil looks uncomfortable, and not because Badri made him pinky-swear not to tell.]

He looked at it and it just-- I don’t know what he did, but the pigeon freaked out. It couldn’t move but you could tell it’s suffering. Then he let go and it just died. Keeled over. Badri said it’s because, and I quote, “the severe mental trauma”. He also said that usually it only happens to more intelligent creatures. [Another pause, and he gives the camera a meaningful look.] More intelligent. He can literally scare people to death with his mind.

And It’s not just him having creepy powers. You should’ve seen the way he acted-- he kept smiling like it’s a game. When the pigeon died he was all like [Emil does a rather convincing impression of Badri’s voice] “Oops! Didn’t mean to kill it, must be the severe mental trauma, tee-hee-hee!”

I know they’ve been okay so far, but it was fucked up. What kind of person tortures an animal just to demonstrate something and smiles while he’s doing it?

guitar_case_vagabond

[Raye being in a sour mood on one of these network posts of hers isn't a rare sight by any stretch of the imagination, but this time she's not ranting or raving or looking even particularly grumpy, but she's definitely not happy as she stands out in the street, leaning against a wall. She definitely doesn't look good though and when she speaks up at least there's almost a tremor in her voice.]

Hey. So, uh, I was doing pretty good about keeping stuff under wraps around home and all but... I guess somebody picked up what I looked like when I was grabbing that teleporter thing. So, that... kinda just blew up.

[She blows out a breath and rubs the back of her arm across her eyes, shaking her head and growling a bit.]

Look, fuck the details but does anybody out there have a couch or something? Me and Senketsu are gonna need a place to crash for--

-- for awhile.

theearth

Who: Cultists, an alien, and YOU, the (un-)invited numbered!
What: Gossipping. Weird lobster worship. Speeches. Fingerfood and other snacks. Dealing with cultists in general. The beginning of the geographical changes in Las Vegas and appropriate PANIC.
When: 22nd
Where: Thomas & Mack Center; The University of Nevada, Las Vegas
Warnings: People from the ranks of the cultists have committed murder and other crimes in the past; those deeds will, if mentioned, be treated in a glorifying manner or at least be condoned.

( But don't put water in your dessert, that's gross. )

jasminebloominginshadow

[the video feed comes on, Jasmine's face close to the screen and giggling. She laughs for a few moments, before clearing her throat and continuing with her voice low, as though she doesn't want someone to hear what she's saying]

Oh my god. You guys have to see this. I'm over here at Raye's and she's... okay you just gotta see this.

[Jasmine moves her camera to show Raye sitting at her computer, playing a certain game.]

( Read more... )

OOC: ((Bold is Raye, normal text is Jasmine. Beware, the link IS a horror game))

peacefulwinter

[open | Any afternoon, Monday forward | Near the business district]
( Do you see that girl, in the window? Waving like an idiot? )

[closed to Lily | Wednesday, daytime | Locke City business district]
( 'The house needs something. Something tall, that holds a lot of-' 'Denied.' )

[open | Friday afternoon | Network (video)]
But there comes a point where Winter just can't hold herself back anymore - she's got something she can be happy about, and she's going to share it, dammit! So in the afternoon, she pulls out her Kindle and, sitting on her floor, enters her number and clicks the camera on. There are boxes behind her that look more than a little like moving boxes, and a familiar blue plushie on her shoulder. Wherever she is, there's not a whole lot to see beyond an off-white wall, a sea of things yet to be unpacked, and at least one box claiming to be assemble-it-yourself furniture that has not been addressed. There might be assorted clothing sitting on the floor, but she's in a good enough mood not to care about that. Winter herself is sporting a bandage on her face, and another one you can just make out through her shirt sleeve on her left arm.

"Hi, everyone! Um, I kind of had a small announcement to make. If anyone's looking for me, please don't visit my home. I, ah... don't live there anymore. I have a pl-place of my own now! We found a little house, a bit past the business district, that was going cheaply after March, and since school is starting soon, and I can't live at home forever... I moved here." The briefest of pauses, then, "Not just me. Lily and I live here. Just us, and there are no more bedrooms. So don't ask!" Still grinning. "There isn't enough space to have a party or anything, but I wouldn't mind if anyone wanted to stop by. We haven't finished unpacking, so there isn't much to see... but still, the offer is open. I th-think there are boxes big enough to use as tables."

She stops again for a moment, glancing into space. Is she forgetting...? "Oh! If anyone wanted to check on me, after our... incident... the other day, I'm okay. Just a couple of scratches. Nothing terrible. Everything will heal, but I might have a scar or two. That's the price, I guess. I'm trying not to think about it. We're okay. That's what matters.

"If anyone wants to come visit, we're not hard to find - we're at-" She lists an address. Really, it's in a pretty good place. Surprisingly good for two teens. "Please, come and see us! I'm happy to have company. It'll help make this place feel like home faster, I think. So... I hope to see someone soon." Winter waves lightly at the camera before clicking off the feed.

thatbritishcharm

[Helen had thought, at first, that the feeling would pass. She must have read something or heard something that gave her the tools she needed to help those people, some memory drawn to the surface. But there was a distinct wrongness to it. As if the knowledge had been her own, but not quite.

And that didn’t explain the numbers.

The whole thing made her uneasy. Nothing had changed, yet it felt as though her life was no longer her own. It was all slipping out of her control again.

Finally, when she could no longer ignore it, she picked up her phone, dialing the apparently unforgettable series of numbers.

She didn’t know what she was expecting, but when the network popped up on screen, she pulled back in alarm, dropping her phone as if it had burned her. Silently berating herself, she picked it back up off the table and scrolled through the most recent entries.

A few moments later, she typed simply,]

I’m not certain I understand.

brotimaeus

L is missing.
If you're not familiar with his name, he currently runs Espresso Yourself.
If anyone heard from him in the last 24 hours, let me know.

theearth

Who: Thunder Corp and anyone who wants to be involved in the machine theft!
Where: A little-used road in the middle of nowhere, heading towards the echo boundary
When: Nighttime, August 6th
What: Hijacking (and later, testing) Project Jump!
Warnings: Violence, most likely.

( Boop de doop. )

shortspoken

[ Ellie isn't used to making big important announcements. Or posting to the network at large. Still, she's going to do her best! ]

They're moving Project Jump.

[ That probably needs more explanation, doesn't it. Ughhhhhh words ]

The machine they were hiding, I mean. Thunder Corp will be moving it outside the city tomorrow.
Somebody should probably think about stopping them. With the number of armed guards they're sending, it's obviously something important.

[ The message is still missing something. A friendly touch, perhaps? To show she can be trusted? ]

:ヘ)

[ NAILED IT ]

talkshitgetsis

Rei Ikari, here to be publicly crucified.

This month I've seen a lot of people talking about run-ins with certain groups of people that have left them beaten, distressed, or otherwise roughed up. Continually, certain people find out that we're numbered. And when that happens, people get hurt or people get in trouble because you find yourselves in positions that make you something dangerous or to be feared. Something worth taking the time to stamp out.

We're in a position where we only have each other to rely on. And to be frank, I don't think we're very reliable.

[There's a smugness as she touches her hand to her chest.]

Of course I am in no such position. I have long since been relinquished into the care of our national officials. I have access to a safe, air tights government facility in which I can find total respite. I have demonstrated a usefulness to them, and therefore am allotted cooperation. Protection.

[She lifts up her bangs, running a finger along her forehead to make a point.]

And look at this. No scars where my brain was scooped out of my head and experimented on. I haven't had drills slid into my temple, no vivisections, no experimentation. No marks from injections in my arm. I've been treated perfectly reasonably aside from some bothersome monitoring. But I have nothing to hide. For the most part, I am allowed to do as I please.

When the day comes that we're all found out and deemed such a threat to society that cannot be controlled, and it isn't just select mafia groups and crooked cops throwing stones at us, I will not be one of the ones laying in a pool of my own blood. I will be alongside the government, being touted as one of the "good ones." I'll be able to live the rest of my life. It'll be in government hands, and as their tool from time to time, but at least I'll live.

I've made it clear to them that I wish them no harm and am very willing to cooperate. You all should start considering doing the same before you start running out of options.

gogoghostpowers

[Danny (or rather, Cure Phantom) does not look like he has had a good time lately. The video shows him with green blood trickling out of his nose and down the side of his head. His lip is split open and starting to scab green. His eye is swollen shut through his mask. And all that aside...he's covered in scratches and his suit has minor tears all over it.

Basically, he looks like a complete wreck.]

So, uh...

The mafia told me to tell everyone to stop meddling in their business. So, there's that.

And by the way--whatever you do, don't follow a suspicious-looking guy into an alleyway. It'll just end really, really badly.

[he opens his mouth to say something else (which reveals that he's missing a tooth, too) but then decides against it. He looks down and to the side of the camera, avoiding looking at it directly, before he shuts it off.]

peacefulwinter

Who: Winter and Lily (probably)
Where: Tsukuyomi residence
When: July 26th, evening
What: Winter is acting weirder than usual. And leaving things where others can find them. This bears investigation.

( It's stupid. )

espigeonage

Well, I've gone and had a modelling milestone I should've seen coming. While I wrap my head around it, here's a game you shouldn't play unless you're prepared for awfulness: google yourself, what you're known by to the public, or just someone network-famous plus porn. How bad are your results? Can you top mine?

Oh, and I have uncovered an old safehouse. A very nice old safehouse. It's got two pools, hot and cold running roombas, and goddamn twelve cats. A beach party's not really feasible right now, but this should be different. I want people to come see and hang out! Send me a private message.

alilyinthemoonslight

Hello, there. I suppose I haven't been very talkative for awhile. A lot of things happened right before we left Vegas, and... I suppose I let that weigh down on me for too long.

As well, I have perhaps been a little too harsh to a couple people since then. [ Tieria and Lucas come immediately to mind, but she's not going to call them out publicly. ] It's no real excuse, but... I haven't been myself.

Which I can't afford, as I know there are a lot more dangers cropping up out there. The murders and the cultists in Vegas, the mafia here... The media too, if you look look in some places.

Obviously, saying "we should be careful" is silly. My question is, does anyone have any more ideas for HOW best to be more careful? To better our standing or find ways of reaching out, and protecting those around us? My girlfriend, my sister, my best friends - most of us are powered by some means or another. Some... not anymore, and then there's my father.

When I first came onto the Network, I pushed people away because I didn't want them being in danger thanks to me. Now, I'm worried that's an even greater danger than before, for those near me who can't do the sorts of things I can. I'm... worried about them, about my father most of all.

Of course it's not just about him - I'd like to help anyone I can if there's anybody wondering the same things. I'm sure very many of us are, now.

There was a time I think I believed I could solve a lot of things with the power I'd obtained. I know now that's not the case, so... I know at least we need to approach things in a different light, now.

[ A sigh, and she taps her keyboard idly. There was one more thing, but... it seemed trivial in light of all this. ]

...as an aside, does anyone know of anyplace which may be hiring for the late summer and fall? It's more of a personal thing, but... I need someplace that won't turn me away because I'm Numbered, as nervous as I am about bringing yet more attention elsewhere. Tying in with the above, I'm worried of putting THEM in danger, too. Still... it's something I'll need to be doing, and I need to figure out how to approach it.

wirsinddiejager

[Surprisingly for anyone familiar with Alan's posts in the past, this one doesn't appear to be written in his sketchbook. His handwriting is looking unusually shaky and hurried, too.]

the mafia guys hit me too. my house burned down. Im going to need somewhere else to stay if anyones offering.

we cant allow this to keep going on. those fuckers are going down.

dead_black_eyes

First... it's only right to offer my sincerest thanks to everyone who helped, following the attack on Espresso Yourself. We couldn't have done it without your generous assistance, and the speed we reopened with was a direct result of your efforts and sacrifice. Even if mob occurrences seem to be escalating for others, in frequency and severity... I can say, at least for now, that the coffee shop is doing well.

[A pause. This update is not the sole reason he's making this post.]

If you've... ever gotten a pulse, and it's something bad... something you lose sleep over, that goes against everything you thought you knew and understood about your other... how do you begin to repair the ensuing cognitive dissonance? Especially if your other hurt people... and you know it wasn't self-defense, and they were obscenely good at it...

I apologize for rambling. Let me attempt to streamline my questions.

Faced with new evidence concerning the person you're receiving pulses from, does it change your belief that you can be a better man or woman?

If you could talk to that person and ask them why they acted a certain way, would you embrace that chance, or be afraid of what they might say?

alilyinthemoonslight

Who: Lily, Winter
What: Lily's got a... request? Question? She needs to ask something.
When: July 20th, 2014, Evening
Where: Approaching the Tsukuyomi household

( This shouldn't be so difficult. )

seed_of_memory

Hello everyone. My name is Fuyuka Terasawa, and I am a private investigator. While I cannot get into how I attained this information, I have some information for you all about the recent activities of Thunder Corp. However, I have elected to be transparent about my identity as a show of trust to the rest of you.

I have already uploaded the data I was given to a secure database, which you can all access here. It includes schematics for a device similar, but different from the one they are showing off above ground that they are referring to as being for the purposes of "clean energy". This one they are hiding in their basement, and they are calling it "Project Jump", and it is connected to the first somehow.

I have not been able to ascertain anything else about this technology of theirs, but I know for a fact that they are protecting this with the help of those Vermini creatures. Considering the timing coincides with the blackouts, I feel it is safe to say that they are up to something that warrants our further attention.

Addendum: The password to access the network is the day of the monstrous snake's attack on the city. 0309.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

peacefulwinter

[video]
[This is perhaps an unaccustomed look on Winter's face - stern, bordering on angry, and the tight control she's holding as she speaks suggests it's the latter. She's not at home for this message, either, but wherever she is, it looks like she's about to hit something.]

I'm beginning... to get really tired of everything that's happened in the media. I can't watch the news anymore without someone wondering how dangerous we are, or if the world is safe from us, or who will snap next. I've heard my own name at least once. It's unsettling... and it's dishonest. And all of us know it's n-not the whole story. Everything that's happened has been for a reason, outside of a few things we... couldn't really control. Every disaster, every attack, every incident, they've all had causes. But the world wants to blame us.

[Her eyes flash.] I am tired of it. I refuse to s-stand here and be bullied into silence any longer. Even if there aren't many things I can do alone, I'll do them. I don't want to let something like this get me down. So, to start with... [Winter holds up a sheet of stationary, and a pen.] I'm going to write a letter to the newspaper. At the least, I'm hoping to get published as a letter to the editor, but... with as p-popular as we are, I suspect it'll actually make the news. But we can't stop there. People will tear that letter apart, read what they want to out of it, and then they'll go back to how things are.

What I want to do... is start a public relations team. Something that can keep an eye on what people are saying, what we're doing, and can react to those things. We can tell people what was really happening whenever something comes up, so they understand we're not just going off and destroying things because we feel like it. We can counter sensationalism with how things really are. I don't think that... people understand that we're h-human under everything. We have to make them see it. And if that's something we can do to make our lives easier, to help people understand we don't want to make trouble... aren't we obligated to do it?

So I'm going to start on this in a little bit. I have something else in mind, though, for today... [She holds up something else: a bucket, and a sponge.] I'm sure everyone has noticed the graffiti around the city. It bothers me to see it, and I want to try and clean some of it up. The goodwill that we're out cleaning up things that are only tangentially our fault won't hurt, either. I can only do so much, but... I have extra sponges. If anyone would li-like to help me, I would appreciate it. I'll be heading downtown in about an hour. If you're coming, please wear something that can get wet; I'm planning to be careful, but between accidents and the people I know on the network, the odds... are good that you won't stay dry. If anyone has thoughts on the PR idea, I'd like to hear those, too. Um... that's all. Thank you.

[action]
True to her word, Winter's downtown in a hour's time, with a bucket of water, a little soap, several more empty buckets, and about a dozen large sponges. Right now she's scrubbing from a brick building, a large angry complaint fading with her effort. She's dressed much more casually than usual; a loose blue T-shirt, shorts, and sandals, her hair in a single tail behind her to keep it out of her way. If someone comes by to look on, she acknowledges them but returns to work; if someone comes closer, or if someone she knows comes by, she'll pause and smile. "Good afternoon. Are you here to help? Or... just to talk?"

dorkytracksuit

IIf you have the abiiliity two help, are you morally obliigated two do so?

Just somethiing II've been thiinkiing about lately.

espigeonage

[It's 11 PM on a Sunday night and Julien is bored.]

Galu, network. Random request: tell me a story.

Any story! Tell me about something that happened to you, or the other you. Or a fairytale, a joke that requires setup, something you read about in the paper, something you want to happen or really, really don't. Let me guess which one it is. I can tell you one, or a poem, or play you something from a dystopian future.

Yeah, I got the password to the other me's smartphone. It's got a lot of weird nonhuman future-music on it, and a couple of movies that haven't come out here yet. Seems like the library's got corrupted somehow, but there's still stuff there.

alilyinthemoonslight

Who: Lily (

alilyinthemoonslight) Jasmine (

jasminebloominginshadow) Winter (

peacefulwinter) and families. Plural.
What: Graduation happened! Lily wants to celebrate. Quietly. This seemed like a good idea at the time.
When: June 19th, 2014
Where: Tsukuyomi residence
Warnings: Awkwardness. Terrible awkwardness.

( Lily had wanted to do this over the weekend, but coordinating things was a matter in and of itself. Which was fine! Lily wants everything to be just right. )

jasminebloominginshadow

So... um.

I kinda fucked up. I failed four of my classes this semester... I was already pretty terrible at Algebra, but I also flunked Spanish II, World History, and Biology...

Ugh. What's the next step after this? I said I could handle all the superhero and Vegas stuff and school and I clearly couldn't...

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