savetheearth | Entries tagged with voltasaur sentai kyoryuger: torin

Ah. I see. A sort of numerical password. That would explain why it’s so hard to forget. Still, I’ll spare anyone who might be out there what I imagine are the usual set of questions, although I must admit to some surprise that it works this well.

[Especially given that notebooks aren’t really supposed to hold entire networks within them. Unfortunately, he’s never been terribly good at this sort of thing, especially when he can hardly have expected what he’d found in the first place and so for a while it looks as if that’s all he has. It's very nearly only as an afterthought that he adds anything more.]

But who am I to argue with it? There are, after all, more things in heaven and earth than dreamt of in one man’s philosophy.

arrowpoint

[When Liam's face appears, there's rather angry looking claw marks raked from under his left eye and over this nose. He also looks just about at his wit's end.]

Hey, guys, small emergency. Anybody good with cats? Well, I left the door to the balcony open for some air, right? and then--

[Suddenly there's a sound of a dog barking in the background. Liam looks up with an expression of horror, then tosses his iPad aside onto the couch so you have a nice view of the ceiling.]

Shit! Jack NO!

[More barking, and some angry hissing as well. There's a scuffle, and a slammed door. Afterwards the barking is muted sounding, and Liam is back into view.]

Okay, so, long story short, Naya's out on the ledge and I can't reach her.

[Now he holds the iPad straight in front of him with a hand on either side, as if holding the viewer's shoulders in earnest.]

I am no good with cats you gotta help me. It's like thirty floors up, no joke.

dead_black_eyes

[L sounds pretty calm and detached, as per usual. Rather than sounding natural, though, there's a vaguely forced quality to that calmness.]

Unfortunately, Espresso Yourself will be closed for the next few days, to reopen on Thursday of next week. I regret the inconvenience for employees and regular customers.

[He finishes recording the message, lowering his phone and staring at what happened to his business over the course of just one night. The espresso machine is smashed to pieces, and the cash register is open with the empty drawer chucked across the room. The mural painted by Solana is tarnished with anti-numbered slurs and threatening graffiti asserting the control of "Albero's Family" within Locke City.

Glass from the broken windows and the vandalized bar crunches under the soles of his converse sneakers as he drags a chair across the floor, grappling with a pair of wire cutters. It's enough of a problem that his grip is clumsy, but his hands are also shaking; though the features of the mannequin hanging from a noose in front of the mural are blank and generic, the large letter "L" carved into its chest is a message that's difficult to miss.]

flamberge

[When Karl's face pops up, something looks distinctly different. Could it be new clothes? Nah. Could it be a new hair cut? Nope. Could it be the gigantic black eye he's now sporting and that's impossible to miss? Yup. Given the size and the intensity and the puffiness, whoever got him in the left eye got him good and recently so. Anyone in or around the police station at 5 pm yesterday would have seen a random man march up to Karl as he was leaving and just slug him as hard as possible. Karl, oddly enough, didn't do anything to him.]

Should any of you still wish to test magic and its effects on plastics or other materials, I've recently gained a new form of it which can be used for the experimentation.

[Time for a quick demonstration (once again, inside his own apartment because true scientists don't dwell on details like property damage when testing things)! Karl rolls the chair out of view so to give everyone a nice view of a rubber boot by a door frame. Nothing happens for a few seconds. Then suddenly, a bolt of lightning (complete with thunder sound effects) strikes it. Out of nowhere. Inside an apartment. Yup.

Once magical lightning show is over, Karl rolls back into view. He almost opts ending the message here, but instead, very clearly hesitates before speaking up once more.]

There's also a question I've been meaning to ask. Does anyone here remember being older than what is possible for humans? If so, do you recall how it was possible or the details of why the aging process had been abnormal? Was magic or odd technology inv--

[Asking about the details behind potential agelessness gets cut off by the sudden vibration of his phone. A quick glance down at it happens before Karl sighs and answers with a 'Ja, Mutti?'. A nice little exchange made up mainly of ja-ing and mutti-ing follows, with a final 'yes, I promise, this weekend' in German before finally closing his phone. Seconds after the conversation ends, the phone vibrates again. Thankfully, it's only a text. It still succeeds in getting another sigh.]

As one final note, I will be traveling outside Locke City to Boston on the 29th and will remain there until the 5th. Pulses may no longer fully vanish outside the city, but still be cautious in contacting me during this time.

[And just ending here. People should get the jist of the aging thing even if it got cut off, right? Right.]

radiantchicken

Who: Torin and Mimi
What: ~~Secret agent animals!~~ Torin has decided to check out the Thundercorp barrier while it's down. Mimi has decided to check out the Thundercorp barrier while it's down. Neither knows the other will be there. Shenanigans ensue.
When: June 18, around 3 PM
Where: Around the Thundercorp compound in the Dead District.
Warnings: Talking animal shenanigans. Parrots with swords.

( Is this a team-up? )

guitar_case_vagabond

[Raye's been absent from school for the past couple of days and anybody who knows her usual haunts would have noticed she's been gone from them as well. As soon as she shows up on video the reason becomes apparent. She looks like somebody who lost a fight with a truck. There's a few day old fading bruises, scrapes and at least one bandaid on her cheek just under her left eye.]

Hey, so, uh, good news I figured out that shit with my superpowers so back to normal there. Bad news is I kinda broke part of the Dead District.

[She doesn't seem that worried about it though as she reaches over to retrieve... a lemon and takes a bite right out of it, skin and all, and chews away without giving a single fuck. This next part was the tough bit.]

Anyway, I'm back to full power and everything but I figure I could use some practice. So, if there's anybody out there who knows swordfighting and shit, let me know.

[She pauses for a second, like she wants to say something else to someone in particular then just makes a quiet noise and switches the video off.]

lightsoflife

First, some names for you all. I'm curious to see if anybody recognizes them from echoes.

The Raging Bomber: a serial bomber. I don't know much about this one other than the name.
Ian Holden: an FBI agent. He wears sunglasses in the office, for some reason. Not the most pleasant of men.

I've asked about the bomber before, but it's been quite a while since then and now I'm able to connect more of the dots.

Second, I also have a few questions for everyone at large. This is unrelated to the above, but it came up in a conversation I had some time ago.

1. Is the fact that you're one of the people known to the public? And I do mean the public, not just your family.
2. If so, did it happen of your own volition?
3. Are you above or below the age of eighteen? No need for specifics.

Thank you.

radiantchicken

[The video feed opens, and there's Torin, sitting there looking just as normal as normal can be...or at least, normal for a blue and red parrot with scaly blue arms. A blue and red parrot with scaly blue arms who is holding a tiny sword that looks as though it just might actually be a sword-shaped letter opener sharpened so that it functions as an actual blade. So yes, perfectly normal.

When the perfectly normal parrot opens his beak to speak, there's a glint of white--looks like someone has grown himself some nice, sharp teeth that look as though they wouldn't be out of place on a small dinosaur. His voice is just as normal as the rest of him; though Torin is a ten-inch-tall parrot, his voice sounds like that of a deep-voiced human man.]

Greetings, everyone. Given recent events, I am reminded that we should all be able to defend ourselves, for one never knows when trouble might strike. I would like to let you all know that I seem to remember a very great deal about the proper usage of swords. I am volunteering my services to anyone who might want to learn swordsmanship.

You will have to supply your own swords; I regret that I do not yet have any that are suitable for those larger than myself.

theearth

Who: Characters in Locke, most pertinently the characters chosen for the takedown, and Geoff Benwick
When: May 31st, Saturday, around 4PM
Where: The streets of Locke City's urban areas
What: A car monster is on the loose in Locke, rampaging the streets, destroying property - and showing no further consideration for the citizens of the city.
Warnings: Violence, death.

[ OOC: For an overview, please see this plot post. Evan's player is organizing a failed takedown attempt here for anyone interested! Remember that there are two human casualties as a result of the car's rampage, including Network teenager Kaworu Nagisa.

The car monster is rampaging without concern for damage, either to itself or to anything around it, but it is avoiding damage that will take it out of action. Ramming property, causing car accidents, and leaving the road entirely to continue its race along the streets are all kosher. Geoff Benwick is in aerial pursuit, attempting to coordinate with reincarnates and law enforcement alike. ]

espigeonage

[Julien is being so careful to keep his voice light, but someone sensitive might pick up the sheathed edge. He's irritated.]

Okay, I hate asking this, but can I completely take over anyone's hot tub or like... small pool? Something not chlorinated. Or would help me set up and fill one of those largish inflatable pools on their property somewhere.

[Pause. Yeah, he probably should provide a reason.]

It looks like I'm molting. It's - annoying.

pheromonecoffee

Matt's Super Important Survey of Avoiding Studying for the Looming Physics Exam

Name/Alias:
Current Age: a range is good like are you a kid or a teen or a young adult or an adult adult or an old adult?
Occupation: or general like are you in medicine or a student or education or what?
How Long Have You Been Numbered?:
Favorite Food:
Favorite Genre of Music: viral youtube videos count
How Many Seasons of College Have You Seen?: if you are not caught up shame on you
Do You Prefer the [Harry Potter Stand In] Books or Movies?:
Do You Sunburn Easily?: very important
Were Your Parents Honest About Dropping You as a Child?: (all babies get dropped at one point or another)

Echo stuff

Do you remember using magic in your echoes?: or somebody else using it?
What age was the other you?: general range is okay
What was your occupation?:
Do you remember how they died?: seriously i can't be the only person who remembers dying i need some validation here.

This is a very important study into why the hell we're all dealing with this. Your answers are vital and will be recorded and my lab assistants and I will sort through this and report our findings asap.

... speaking of, lab assistants, are you free on Saturday because my aunt and uncle are out and I have a coupon for pizza. I am not letting buy one pizza get a pizza free go to waste.

earnedmystripes

Who: YOU.
When: April 30th, 5 pm EST onward
Where: Kotetsu's house
What: Party, and party again!
Warnings: I cannot imagine there being any but I will update if necessary.

[All told, it's a pretty respectable-looking shindig for one whipped up at the last minute. There are like ten boxes of extra-large pizza of various types from veggie to hawaiian to meat lover's supreme stacked up on the table along with a cake (it's very basic with nothing specific to the occasion decorating it, but it's the thought that counts, right?), and various junk foods. Basically this is a terrible party to go to if you're a very health-conscious person because pretty much nothing he's serving is objectively good for you. Except for maybe the fruit punch, as the non-alcoholic alternative to the alcohol for the number of minors that are on the network.

The house itself is in pretty decent shape, too. Every so often there may be a telltale sign of his bachelor lifestyle (an empty can he forgot to throw away, a shirt on the floor instead of the laundry), but overall the air is reasonably festive. Kotetsu's arm is still in the sling, but that doesn't seem to dampen his spirits any as he greets his guests.]

kyoumibukai

[The young man on the video feed is lying back on the bed, legs splayed with the lackadaisical lope of someone who is not entirely sober.]

Heyyy, Numbers Club.

[He leans forward, giving a little salute.]

The name's Lucas Evans. I've been reading the network for a little bit. See, when I heard about the Numbers Club on the news, I was like, hey... Numbers??? I've had those for like... my whole life.

[He snickers.]

I almost fell in a pit when I was a kid and since then I've had these... numbers... in my head. Also, people say that's when I started to be really good at remembering things.

[He hauls the laptop onto his lap and looks down at it. He ticks his finger with each of his emphasized syllables in his next sentence.]

They call it an ei-de-tic memory... I had a lot of tests run on me as a kid before my mom got fed up and stopped them. Oh, right.

[He sighs.]

Yeah, in case anyone recognizes me, like, if you're big on politics. My dad's Congressman Evans. So. Yeah, but don't worry if you didn't vote for him. I didn't either...

[He covers his face and laughs at his own joke.]

Cause I'm- I'm a sophomore at LCA. So hey, go keymasters, right?

[He shifts the camera over his hips and thinks.]

What else. Oh, uh. I don't have any real idea what cool powers I might have. Nothing's really setting anything off as far as memories go. So. Let me know if anyone out there remembers me.

[He closes into the camera, winking, even though it quite obviously emphasizes the fact that his eyes are glassy and just a little red.]

Catch you later, Numbers club.

fusionjack

Who: Jackson Isaka + OPEN
When: The late afternoon and evening of April 12th
Where: Downtown Locke City
What: It is really, really inconvenient to echo back your weird monster form when you're out in public. Between getting pelted with peppermint by a keychain monster and turning into something big and strange, Jack is having a really, really inconvenient day.

( Bird is absolutely NOT the word, shaddup. )

umbrael

Who: Doyle

umbrael, Torin

radiantchicken, AND YOU
Where: All around Locke, eventually to Davin's place
When: April 12th, as if we didn't have enough weird things that day
What: A big black dinosaur is walking around the city with a parrot resting on his head, translating for him.

There may or may not be shenanigans with a shapeshifting compact mirror and other fun items while we've got the chance.

( Too bad Doyle's the only one because I'm sure everyone would love Walking With Dinosaurs )

radiantchicken

[The video post opens, and...yes, that's a small blue parrot with a tuft of red feathers atop his head and a pair of small, scaly blue arms locked in epic combat with a horde of angry toothpicks. He's doing quite well for being a parrot, despite the fact that some of the toothpicks are larger than he is. He's holding out one small hand, palm out towards the toothpicks, and firing blasts of gold energy at them.]

If I could request a bit of assistance...I do not know for certain how long I can keep this up--and there are innocents in the area!

[He gives the location of one of Locke's parks, one that's rather close to the Natural History Museum, and then squawks irritably and flies out of the frame as he dodges something that looks like a thrown exploding Altoid.]

((OOC: Torin will be responding to comments after he's done in the park, or your character can just jump in and help him, your call.))

jailbreaks

[George punched in the numbers and got this network, however, he felt more than a little confused. Not sure if he drank too much or had too much mj, he left it alone for a few days not before coming back to this because FUCK THIS NUMBER.

As if to finally satiate his curiosity he gives this 'number' a friendly text warning.]

not sure where this text will go but heres the number that wouldnt leave me alone. if this is a sex hotline sorry not interested. though thats pretty amazing that you can telepathically send your number to my head. think i might have smoked one joint too many but now i have this number and the image of a giant fucking pink tree in my mind.

didnt think mj could mess you up that bad. maybe i should call it quits. yeah right thatll never happen. anyway if youre a kid dont do drugs otherwise you think up really weird fucking numbers and giant pink trees. not exactly the road you wanna go down.

[He'd call the number but like hell he's in the mood to talk to strangers. And he's not in the mood to figure out what the hell's going on because super powers?

HAH.

And he thought he was high.]

lowres

[The text is in pink glitter. The writing is clearly a younger girl's. The "i"s are dotted with little bubbles.]

Hail and well met, everyone! I was wondering if it would be possible for me to get the answers to a few questions! I have heard many rumors from school, but I do not want to believe them until I hear the true story! To do otherwise would be rude!
-Is it true that the giant robots which were used in the battle last month must eat cars for energy? Is it true that the cars are actually sentient and it is a case of robotic cannibalism? (That seems so cruel 8C!)

-Are those with super powers actually aliens themselves fighting an intergalactic war after the destruction of their home planet and you've actually come here to protect our planet from invaders, asking nothing in return? (If that is the case then I am sure you will find that this world will welcome you if you'd like to settle down!)

-Are you actually the product of radiation experiments in after school detentions? (I have never been to after school detention is it really so bad?)

-Can you get powers or strange memories by being bitten by someone who has powers? (I do not remember being bitten by anyone!)

-I've heard that there are people who became angels! Is this true?

-And animals who can talk!

-Is everyone who has found that they can access this network actually a clone of their original selves replaced by the government in order to combat the looming alien threat?? (I do not personally believe that one, but I would like to get confirmation.)
As you can see there are many different origin stories and I just want to make sure I get it right, so as not to offend anyone. Thank you for your time, everyone. ♥

healspec

Today I had a panic attack watching Taymor's The Tempest. That is not how I wanted to find out I pulsed back a phobia of harpies.

[HARPIES. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING HIM THO.]

It is stupid, but can I request a warning in front of anything with a bird's body and a human face? If it comes up. [he's not officially calling Julien out by name, but... And anyway with all the shit going on here it's equally likely that there will be actual harpies around at some point.]

[he feels really stupid for bringing it up though, MOVING ON BEFORE HE RETHINKS IT AND DELETES IT]

But I wanted to talk about something else. How many people were caught on camera on the ninth? And have you had anyone try to find you after that?

People have recognized me, it seems. I guess a healer is big news. I am afraid they will start looking for me at my job, next.

I am not sure what to do about it. [he's trying to seem casual, but he is freaking out about all the ways people continuing to try to track him down can go wrong. like, you know, losing his job, which would leave him totally fucked.]

phoenix_temple

[You know Anais is going to keep this short and to the point. She's taking a video with her new phone. The video is of a four-winged green bird the size of a house that happens to be sitting on top of Anais' apartment building. After a moment, it leans it's head down to peer at her.

She takes a step back before rushing inside the building and turning the video to herself. She is absolutely horrified.]

What do giant birds eat? Do you think it's carnivorous? What if it eats people?! Where am I even going to put it?! It talked in my echoes but it's not talking now!

It's supposed to be a robot, I can't take care of something this big!

[And it's big. You can see all five feet of Fuu down at the bottom next to the text.]

umbrael

[It's handwriting, but it's really shaky, and seems kind of crumbling at the edges, like it's been written in dirt with all the coordination of a small child. Or someone with a pencil in their mouth, because, well, that's what Doyle's doing here. Some of the letters go large, and because of it, he has to cramp up the message.]

red eyed jerk
turnd into dinosaur
still alive
stuck outside
w/unicorn
fml

[It's not long before there's an addendum to that post:]

any1 speak dinosaur
(parrot doesnt count
sorry)

not_good_not_wicked

[Marisa looks pissed. No doubt there is a reason for it.]

Important bulletin: Ryou Bakura is an asshole. As such, I will no longer be dating him.

But if you were waiting for your chance, I wouldn't bother if I were you.

[As a small OOC note, it wasn't super obvious they were dating in the first place unless you go to LCHS, in which case it'd be pretty easy to notice.]

radiantchicken

[This has been an interesting day for Torin. He has arms now. And hands with opposable thumbs. This has been a most joyous development for him, and after a morning spent opening doors and flipping light switches and doing all the sorts of things that one generally did with thumbs, he decided to expand his horizons. He sounds pretty much like a human now, and although he enjoys socializing with the people on the network, he decided to use his new hands in conjunction with his human-sounding voice to meet new people.

And that's how he found himself logging into Xbox Live. He spent a couple of hours attempting to play with these people, voice chat and all, and soon found himself having to look up a bunch of new vocabulary words that all turned out to be pretty terrible curses or slurs of one sort or another. It didn't matter what game he tried; they were all the same. Once he figured that out, he tried to get the people playing these games to try to treat each other with some modicum of respect, but it didn't go as well as he would have hoped. Needless to say, the parrot is horrified by how he just spent his afternoon. He is confused and upset, and so he'll open an audio feed to the network once he's calmed down a bit.]

What is wrong with people on these online games? The language they use! It's appalling!

[That is a lot of distress in what sounds like the deep voice of a middle-aged man. Too bad it belongs to a six-year-old parrot.]

Why do they do this? I thought the point was to play, not to make disparaging comments about females or those who are part of a different ethnic group! I don't understand!

[And if you happened to be someone he ran into earlier when he was playing, then shame on you.]

theearth

Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]

[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

mistakesmakeuswhoweare

So, mysterious number, secret access to forums. Sounds like the start of a good mystery novel, don't you think? Of course, that's not my usual genre. I like something a little more... lighthearted for my writing. But that's just me. Ooh, maybe I'll have to add a little mystery to my next one. Could spice it up a bit.

Anyway, the name's Isabela, and I always enjoy meeting new and interesting people. Especially if it involves cards and drinks. Any takers?

proudbraveandtall

Well, this damn sure isn't what I expected when I decided to move back here.

[The new voice on the network is definitely an adult male, but the accent that comes with it is a little unusual - definitely mostly American, but with slightly rounder sounds and letters that are sometimes more and sometimes less distinct than is found in a typical American accent, of any region of the country. The speaker also sounds more resigned and slightly irritated than shocked or scared.]

Locke's been showing up more and more on the national news over the past few months, but it's all been about things like bizarre animal attacks, people dumping toxins in the water, and all the shit that's been going on in the Dead District. Now people're adding conspiracies and talking animals and maybe mind control along with who knows what else to the mix and what're we supposed to do about it? How do you keep the people around you from getting involved in this crap and maybe getting hurt by it?

[There's a fairly long but low groan, mostly under his breath.]

I think I need a drink.

abhero

[Emil picked up his flute a week after the Russel's summoning incident, when the burn on his hand stopped hurting (fucking Firebirds). The Echo he got told him he can use music to do magic... but not to summon things like Russel. Unfortunately, he didn't even get a hint to what he CAN do. He tried to figure it out on his own, but he had no idea how to start. Maybe if he thought really hard about what he was playing…

The experiment ended when he heard his mother crying in the hallway. Emil went to check on her, worried, but it turned out even she couldn't tell what’s gotten into her.

“I don’t know,” she said. “but you played a such sad song and I just started thinking about things…”

Could this be the Echo he was looking for? Emil wasn’t sure. He had no intention of testing it on his family again, but that's what the network was for.]

Hey people, I need your help.

I think I got a new power, but I’m not sure. So I want you to listen to this and tell me if you feel anything.

Anything at all.

[What follows is Emil playing Donna Donna on his flute. It is strangely, unnaturally depressing... and NOT because the performence is mediocre at best.]

(( OOC: Emil can now manipulate emotions with music. Donna Donna induces sadness, but he's still new to this so how much it affects your character is up to you! Depending on how sensitive they are, it can be anything from feeling vaguely bummed out to bursting in tears. ))

shiromadoushi

Thomas is off network. Number doesn't work, his car is back to normal.

[[Private to Tater]]

Where are you? Find a new place?

telvanni

I have spent the last week painstakingly enchanting a small selection of high quality magical staves. Since I am a wizard, I find my own powers of spellcasting are more than sufficient for my needs. As such, I do not actually need the staves I have made. They were produced simply as a way to hone my craft; nothing more.

This means I am giving them away to certain parties that may be in need of them. If you would like an enchanted staff that fires elemental blasts at your foes, you need only make your case to me. Preference will be given to applicants who as of yet possess no useful echoes and agree to submit to some harmless tests.

No time-wasters.

saiyanscholar

[So Jeffrey was finally an adult and did something network-related all by himself yesterday. Be proud of him. It wasn’t easy. Go Jeffrey. And it’s given him something very important to ask you all. Something he absolutely hasn't been stressing over for the whole day.]

So, if somebody on here were to find out that they were descended from a species of aliens that wiped out the civilizations of whole planets, exactly how badly would that go over?

[Yeah, nobody will guess his most recent Echo from this. Smooth.]

Current Mood: nervous

espigeonage

Hey, Numbers Club. I'm looking into getting a new apartmentmate. I've got a two-bed one-bath place on the fourth floor of a pretty decent building, and the other bedroom's opening up. Now, I may love to hear myself talk, but I'm out and about a lot and actually I'm quieter when I'm in. I'm also happy doing a lot of the cleaning and I like to cook. Your laundry is your own, though - we've got some machines for that in the basement.

It's very possible that at some point I'll end up pulsed too far to pass as human and have to leave, and in that case the place will be yours. Don't hold your breath, though.

Oh, and I'm growing athelas here, it's a pulse-plant a friend gave me, it's pretty panaceal. But I like it because it's also good as an air freshener and for tea. If you put it in hot water and breathe it, or drink the water, it's kind of a mood elevator. Coming down is nice and gradual and I don't think it's addictive, though. [he hopes it's not.]

Contact me if you're interested in the room, or just want to try athelas. We'll talk!

radiantchicken

Who: Tater and Bakura
What: Tater wanted to see the pink stone down in the tunnels. Bakura's going to oblige.
Where: The tunnels!
When: Sunday afternoon.

( Curiosity killed the cat, but what about the parrot? )

yerawizarderi

Who: Eri and YOU!
When: 2/15 5pm-whenever
Where: Eri and Murdoc's party pad
What: B-DAY PARTY IN THE HIZZOUSE
Warning: There is going to be a collection of people partying of all ages, that should be enough of a warning.

( SURELY THIS WON'T BE ANYTHING WORTH REGRETTING. )

radiantchicken

I got to thinking, there are a lot of us animals on this network. I think it would be good if we could all meet in person somehow.

[Even if the cat probably still wants to eat him.]

Being an intelligent animal can be hard if you want to stay one step ahead of the humans who might want to put you back in a zoo or something like that. There are things you need to keep in mind!

Plus, some of us have been intelligent for longer than others, and some of us might know things that others don't. We can share information on things we've figured out! Like I know how to ride the bus and to read maps. I can teach you in case you get lost! We should stick together and pool our resources!

The only problem is to figure out where and how to meet. We need a place to use as our base of operations! I'd volunteer Thomas's apartment, but I don't know how hard it would be for the horses to get into the building and use the elevator.

wingsister

Who: OPEN
When: RIGHT NOW!!!
Where: On the road to Locke City
What: Areonwen has had enough of this horseshit. She busts out of her stall in search of Shou.

( There's a video for people to comment on if they like, even if Areonwen won't be able to reply to them until after the action part! )

( And a log for people to run into the horse and help her discover that she's psychic now! )

allformii_ko

[Your favorite talking cat is on the Network today, Numbers Club. And to say she looks upset is... an understatement, really.

It doesn't look like she's indoors. Actually, it looks an awful lot like the Dead District...]

There's weird people who smell weird here and I can't find the way back.

[At least she has the sense to keep her voice quiet, even if it's distraught.]

I don't like this place. I want to go home again. But I don't know where it is!

((OOC: People are free to either find or stumble upon her as they wish. Just note that unless she knows for sure your character is on the network, she will refuse to speak around them!))

radiantchicken

Who: Tater the Parrot and you!
What: The parrot goes off to indulge his newfound curiosity in dinosaurs.
Where: Locke City's natural history museum, namely, the dinosaur exhibit.
When: Morning and afternoon of January 28
Warnings: It's a parrot visiting a bunch of dinosaur bones. We've got a PBS kids' show in the making.

( Following in the footsteps of the great lizards )

disdainfully

Who: Thorir and YOU!
When: 28.1 or any other time this week

A. A charity gala - OTA

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B. The park - OTA

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C. The family's apartment - Open to everyone with suitable Pre-CR, including friends of his kids

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D. Job applications in the company's main office - OTA

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E. "Wild Card" - OTA

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telvanni

[ The network is being treated to a webcam view of the top of someone's head. A very bald and bearded someone who is scowling down at his keyboard while he stabs at the keys with a single finger. Book enthusiasts with a high tolerance for being snotted at might recognise Nathaniel Mithryn, of Mithryn's Books. Those who don't recognise him should count themselves lucky.

There's a telephone cradled between his face and his shoulder. While it's not possible to make out what's being said on the other end of it, it's clear that it's not pleasing Nathaniel. At all. He keeps looking back and forth between what seems to be a cable bill and the keyboard as he berates the unfortunate person on the other end of the phone. ]

--urgh, wrong number. Why do there have to be so many numbers - are they really necessary? I-- no, you idiot, that was a rhetorical question. Rhetorical. It's a big word, isn't it? Why don't you look that up while I find this ruddy customer service number you're so keen on...

[ He starts poking at his keyboard again. He still hasn't looked up at his monitor. ]

...More trouble than it's worth. All this modernisation malarkey. Interwebs and iBooks - what's the point? It's all a lot of rubbi-- it was another rhetorical question, nitwit. Is it too much to ask for someone with just a spot of intelligence?

[ He pauses to let the poor sap on the other end of the phone speak. Much eyerolling is involved. ]

'Offensive?' Your stupidity offends me, but I'm... hello? Hello?

[ He raises his eyes from the keyboard to stare indignantly at his phone. He's midway through redialling when he takes a glance at his computer screen and performs the most elegantly theatrical double-take the world has ever seen. He scoots closer to the monitor, peers at the network, and -- ]

Good lord. Pop-ups!

[ -- completely fails to comprehend what's going on. ]

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