savetheearth | Entries tagged with ar tonelico: mir

As anyone's noticed from Winter's update, we arrived in one piece. With our pulses/echoes intact, but there's some caveats to that. So... a quick rundown, for anyone interested:

Upon leaving Locke City's barrier, our pulses were not entirely LOST - rather, they were weakened severely. Memories of the Network and regained memories of other lives became fuzzier. I didn't try to transform, but I imagine it wouldn't have worked, although my transformation device remained. But there was still some remnant, or trace of things - but it was like trying to pull back thoughts veiled through static. Just not... QUITE there, but I knew they SHOULD have been. It's a weird sensation, but... it's important. One can hypothesize that the more of these light there are, the wider WE can reach. At the very least, it's enough to keep you on track if you travel outside.

Everything returns in full at a certain point when hitting the Las Vegas barrier. There's a difference, however: This barrier is much smaller. A cursory walkabout leads me to believe it doesn't go terribly far away from the Vegas strip.

The hotel offer is entirely legitimate. If you have super powers.

Unfortunately, that walkabout also turned up one disturbing thing - I spotted a creature that most definitely should not have been there. A hairy little creature. No one else seemed to notice it, and it took off before I could get close enough. It was before my time on the Network, but based on what I know... I think it was a Vermini.

As an side: You can smell CLOUDS cigarette smoke from casinos without even being relatively close to them. I practically feel the need to walk around this place with an air freshener as a necklace.

[OOC - Small note to roommates: By the time of posting this, Lily would have informed any of them of all this. Anyone in that vicinity is free to harass her via action for the evening time, as well.]

destinedforrock

( Open Action for the Wealthy End of Locke - Forward-dated to April 1st! )

[Cinderella is screaming into a speaker.

Not neighing - screaming all but operatically.]

This is a disaster! HELP! He-e-elp, somebody HELP!

[Whinnying "EEK!" and a kick - quick crack of hooves against wood? Plastic? Something - picks up quick and fervent:]

April Fool's, the joke is most certainly on me for taking my first Sunday outing in all my life today and now it's OVER!

[A rising "Aaaah - !" and "Don't you dare!" Picks up again with a hysterical shake.]

I must call the police -- NO-O-O, not the police! Not the police, silly me! Remind me - 9-1-1, that's what you call for help. Right?

[Another shriek.]

Don't remind me! I'm calling 9-1-1! Aaaack, I said don't you DARE!

[Which ends that call. She's out to make another.

She'll check her messages, fear thee not - but it'll not be immediate.]

( April 2nd - Video [Mirror] )

flamberge

[Guess who's face pops up late afternoon on the 24rd? It's none other than Karl! He has a few things to say and a very important discovery to present.]

Many of you no doubt are aware of the pink lights presently in Las Vegas. Whatever this means or what may come about as a result, we must do our best to exert caution. Though we may have defended the city, the destruction of that creature had been the enemy's goal, something it will behoove all of us to remember.

[Some grumbling actually comes in the background, grumbling that sounds like one Melissa Lyre, one VERY UNHAPPY Melissa Lyre. Karl spares a somewhat apologetic glance over his shoulder before continuing.]

Words of wisdom aside, I've another reason for contacting the Network today. Following viewing the lights on TV, I received the ability necessary to test a hypothesis I posed some time ago.

[What great hypothesis might this be? A very important one!! Some very VERY melted plastic gets held up for all the world to see. What it may have been before it met its tragic fate, the world may never know. Actually, it was a plastic container but it definitely no longer serves that purpose.]

Plastic does not, in fact, protect against magic, fire magic in particular. Glass tables are also rather ineffective against it.

[RIP plastic container and another of his tables. Ah well, it was for the sake of science and hypothesis testing! And this hypothesis may have gotten tested right in front of the angry lady grumbling in the background. Really, why is she so upset? It's not as though she's...... afraid of fire. Oh... Whoops. Karl mentally slaps himself at that forgetfulness, a slap practically visible as he ends the connection]

vanisland

I'm not going to Vegas, and here's one reason why:

[Of course, it's extremely bunched up in a small room, but yeah that's a huge machine.]

Apparently our phantom remodelers weren't done with me yet.

Unrelatedly, are there any physicists on the network?

tatatarata

So, what, is this where all the weird people on TV like to gather when the giant monsters aren't around? I probably wasn't supposed to stumble upon this, but like

>implying normal people wouldn't find this if it was so easy for me to find on accident
>implying whatever security measures you guys took weren't shit
>implying people with better resources than me couldn't get here even easier and seriously fuck you guys over

shotguncarnage

[ okay, okay, so he's had some explanations given to him. he's checked the network out a little. he's not much into social media but he's gotten something of a crash course going through the most recent entries.

it's painful, man. ]

is there some kinda facebook "ignore this user" function on this thing?

[ 'cause man, facebook is surprisingly great for that kind of shit. he can't even remember the last time he saw a farmville request on his feed. ]

adaptivemanipulation

Several days ago I discovered this network. I must say, I am somewhat baffled by it. This doesn't seem to be hooked up to any computer network that I can decipher. How is it that I can write these numbers on a piece of paper or a leaf or any number of things and broadcast my writings to a seemingly invisible series of channels?

My, I must sound quite unintelligent right now - I never thought I'd find the day where I was unable to figure out how a network is assembled.

I'm assuming that many of you have used this thing much longer than I have and are more familiar with it.

I want to research this phenomenon, so please, anyone with any information would do best to help me out. I am one who devotes my time to computer research, so I'm certain I'm more than qualified for the job of figuring this thing out... Unless it has already been done and no one cared to let me know.

theearth

Who: Characters listed under Part 2 of the IC plan.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The alien’s farmhouse.
What: After several weeks of planning, a group of reincarnates attack the alien’s farmhouse base in the hopes of destroying the alien.
Warnings: Violence.

[ OOC: This is part one of two of Season 1’s finale. The other pertinent plot post.

The following NPCs will be played by mods:
- Skullsy and Moulder.
- The alien.
- The alien's steed.

The rest of the NPCs can be played by players or mods.
- The chimeras: descriptions provided in the Underground team's first thread.
- Sniffer dogs: straight-forward. Besides their altered noses, they attack like regular dogs.
- Corrupt cops: pick one main attribute OR several minor attributes from a domesticated farm animal or an animal that might be found on a farm.
Example:
corrupt cop with one main attribute of a horse: extremely powerful legs that allow the cop to break bones with a single kick, run very quickly, and stand for long periods of time without ache.
corrupt cop with several minor attributes of a horse: teeth that continually grow, horse hearing, and night vision.

Examples of domesticated farm animals: cattle, swine, poultry, rabbits, goats, sheep, horses.
Examples of animals that might be found on a farm: cats, dogs, owls, rats.

Characters who engage the alien in battle will not escape unscathed. If you intend to have your character participate in both the farmhouse attack and Wise Snake’s rampage, please plan accordingly. We will operate on a trust system and may ask for clarification on the logistics of a character’s participation in both if we find it necessary. ]

alilyinthemoonslight

[As she starts to talk, it's clear she's talking as she's walking outside.]

I've got a question that I've been wondering since I, well. [Slight pause.] Nearly blew out a wall on the side of our house testing something out with my powers.

Is there anywhere to reliably test abilities that's not going to attract a lot of attention? Particularly for loud, destructive abilities?

I sort of feel like blowing something up after this week could be cathartic.

[There's a momentary beat, then an absent:] I hate this time of year.

[...longer pause. Ah. Whoops.] ...the weather, I mean. The cold. I, uh. Spent half my life in Los Angeles. Still haven't gotten used to that or the snow.

[Smooth save, Lily.] So, ha, running around in a magical dress is kind of... inconvenient...

[...we're just going to quietly end this message here. Yeah.]

neonnerd

I've seen a number of people asking about echoes and collecting information on what people have received, but as far as I'm aware, there hasn't been much talk on what echoes have revealed about the differences in who you are now, and who you once were.

I don't mean physical differences, of course, but... have any of you seen enough in your echoes to have an idea of what your other self was like? Their family, occupation, personality? Choices they made that you don't understand, or seem to be very different from what you would do?

You don't have to answer in specifics if you're not comfortable, though I would like to have as much data on this as possible. Both out of curiosity, and because I believe the being in my echoes is... quite different from me. And not merely because of the alien robot part.

To put it simply: I am a doctor, and a professor, and he was quite clearly a soldier.

[There's a pause, as he considers saying more on the matter, and then decides to leave it there.

Well, aside from one more thing.]

And a more light-hearted additional question, if I may - have any of you told a non-network member about what's going on, and had them react with... a little more enthusiasm than anticipated?

orangehoodie

putting aside all questions about this network, aliens, and whatnot because i'll figure it out eventually anyway and i'm sure you've all been asked this a gazillion times

who puts hot sauce in coffee? that's... gross?

amberhearted

Who: OPEN
When: January 25th, Saturday, 5:00PM and onward
Where: Elian Price’s house – specifically, the basement
What: The Numbers discuss how to go about addressing the alien in the farmhouse. Nothing could go wrong, certainly?

[ ooc: editable post for attendees and volunteers here! please fill out with the appropriate information. ]

wasthatmymom

lately I been thinkin' I aint the most productive guy i havent done any cool heroic feats (that u kno about.....) lately and i thought it was time to STEP IT UP and help out

i notice erryday ppl be like "am i crazy" "what is this place" "why do i remember playing tennis w/ shakespeare and his pet dog scruffles"

so i took it upon myself to create a handy guide that's much better than the wall of txt u guys already use

i basically streamlined that into a much easier to read format hope it helps all u newbies

( non ic cut for big image )

originaloddcouple

[The feed opens on two smiling idiots. Like, really really smiling. Their grins are positively infectious. They also appear to be hiding something behind their backs.]

Guess whose finally out of the house guys?

My mother!

[They quickly pull out, wouldn't you know it, party horn. Not willing to let just majestic instruments exist without being blown into, they do the obvious and blow into the noisemaker. Repeatedly. With plenty of gusto and excitement!]

So, you guys are welcome to stop by again at any time without fear of insults and derision!

Hooray!

[Then suddenly, things get really serious as they casually toss away the party blowers.]

But! We have something important to tell you.

Now that we have time to talk about it.

See, long story short, we ran into some blood keys.

We're alright but we got an echo!

An important echo!

The past us... knew they were being reincarnated!

This whole thing... might have happened before!

vanisland

I forgot to mention this earlier but apparently the numbernet gave me the perfect white elephant gift for Christmas. Which I usually don't even celebrate.

( Cut for image! Ignore the maid, focus on the tie. )

It was made of actual fish so I threw it out. Who even makes a tie out of fish? That has got to be the most pointless thing ever and I know Arthur is going to fixate on it when he sees it.

Oh, and whoever sent me almost child porn, you are VERY lucky you sent that by numbernet. Not that you had another option.

Anyway, neither of those things are actually relevant to why I'm posting right now. Put simply, I seem to have hit a point where I don't think I can get anything else from just sitting at home chatting with random people. Since a lot of what I've received is an unsolvable mystery on its own I need a few more pulsing echoes, and the best way I can think to do that is to just stare the enemy in the face before I run away like a little girl since I can't actually do anything to them.

Short version is, I need protection so I can get more stuff and more ideas as to how to get more stuff without needing protection.

earnedmystripes

This has been a little while coming, but we have some information from Detective Sherman and the corrupt police about the enemy and what they know about the Network.

Yes, this is legit, which I guess I have to specify now that we've got people who think it's funny to impersonate law enforcement.
( Info behind the cut! )
Most of this is from Sherman and the Sheriff, so - feel free to take it all with a grain of salt.

[ooc: Replies will mostly be coming from

detectivetroll! He'll be using Kotetsu's open connection to answer questions and such.]

lightsoflife

[The following are all posted separately.]

( Re: Science/Research Interests and Other Information Gathering )

( Re: Dead District Bombings )

( Re: Echoes )

sun_sun

Who: Annie, Arthur, Audrey, Avery, Bakura, Britany, Cain, Calista, Chris, Haruka, Isaac, Kari, Karson, Marisa, Miranda, Miria, Rachel, Sam, Sara, Shiro, Thomas, Tim, Vanessa, Winter, Xander
When: Wednesday, November 6, evening.
What: A numbers-only IRC chatroom.
Warnings: People offending each other a lot.

omg it worked

[[OOC NOTES:
The following usernames showed up in chat but I'm not sure who they were: greenears.

The chat may have continued after the end of the log, but if it did, I don't have logs for it.

If anyone wants to do this again, I will leave the task of organizing the next one to someone else.]]

flamberge

[Hello Network! It's your favorite not!teacher, Mr. Locke, here with a very, very pressing inquiry.]

How might plastic protect against magic?

[No really. He wants to know. Someone please explain how this works because he has no idea.]

sun_sun

so like
magical girls are real right???
its stupid but apparently its true like I know at least one
maybe more
so here is a question
for everyone
E V E R Y O N E

what would you be like as a magical girl?
like whats your secret magical codename
and stupid talking animal friend
and shit
like you never know maybe were all magical girls
might as well be ready

boys too lets go

carolinesays

[Guess who just returned from a prolonged business trip and is drained and cranky from air travel? THIS PERSON.]

Hello. I would have posted sooner, but I had a burning need to undergo selective amnesia and forget any of you ever existed. It was an enchanting experience for everyone involved.

I suspect the abysmal time I just spent in airport security can be attributed to:

1. a youthfully-boisterous caper from one or more of you
2. something to do with our fair hometown's authority figures
3. both/other/unknown

"Eco-terrorists"? Really? Really?

Still, I escaped the TSA's attentions intact. Which is good. This means, now that I remember having done so, I can present the findings from the video tapes I collected from you some time ago.

( non-IC cut )

vanisland

[There is a faint lapping of water and a soft voice. It's singing.]

faura yerwe murfan anw sol ciel

faura sonwe murfan anw sol ciel ee

faura yerwe murfan anw sol ciel

faura sonwe murfan anw sol ciel ee

ridalnae sol ciel yanyaue manaf

presia yasra lusye enclone anw omnis...

[The singing continues for about three minutes ~~and is not transcribed because the original form of this song doesn't exist~~, then stops. It's a calm, hopeful song full of love and adoration, but the words might be familiar-sounding, if you happened to be around for one of the most awkward intro posts ever.

This is a very bitter counterpoint to what she just got done doing.

The singer takes a few moments to think.]

...I guess nothing happened.

[She figures she might as well ask about her stuff, at least.]

Has anyone ever heard of "Pastalia", or have any special definitions for the word "hibernation"?

[[ooc: the lyrics are written in special text! if you can't see it the font is here]]

reapsthewind

i forgot things for a while

sorry i dont' know what happened

it was kind of nice actually for about a month I just did my fucking job and I felt like I was missing some people but other than that I didn't have any robot bullshit and I even thought robots were cool again

ha

after the plane crash

did i mention that

i went on a plane flight with some folks and it was sabotaged

we managed to land it, barely, but

it left us all changed and some fucker was good enough to know where i rent my fucking planes

i need somewhere to stay and i need someone to pick me up

please don't ask what's wrong

i quit my new job too and i went to lsu and asked for a leave of absence. if you're a doctor i'd be much obliged if you could forge some medical documentation saying i can't go to school for a while.

i need to figure out how to freelance program from my house

i'm rambling? I'm not okay

I'm not

okay

titansno

[Happy Thursday, Numbers Club!

See Rachel Roth.

See Rachel Roth wearing an incredibly crooked witch hat.

See Rachel Roth looking deadly serious and solemn in that witch hat.

See Rachel Roth raising a party popper into view and blasting confetti into the camera with a totally straight face, before starting to grin after a couple of seconds. Dammit, she tried.

Bela Lugosi's Dead plays in the background, just to help her get in the spirit of the holiday.]

Hi, everyone. I've got a big empty brownstone and some free time. So... I'm throwing a Halloween party at my house on the 31st, starting at sunset, ending.... [instead of giving an end time she just sort of waves a hand. it ends when it ends. she gives her address at this point.] Just say you're from the Network. I'm already getting the place decorated. [and she takes a sip of tea out of a skull mug. classy.] Wear a costume if you want to, but you could show up as yourself if you've changed enough. Or hell, dress up even if you have. Be creative.

Bring snacks and drinks if you want? And... that covers it.

epimethean

Right, okay, who did it?

[Thanks, exasperated British voice. That's it, that's the post.]

flamberge

[Hello Network, it's your favorite person, midlife crisis man aka Mr. Locke! Yup, officially being 43 and winter drawing close has made that pesky crisis decide to rear its ugly little head again.]

I've a peculiar inquiry, one posed for an acquaintance in need of information. [Not like it's for him.] It's regarding the matter of tattoos. My knowledge on the topic is minimal at best and google can only prove so reliable. Now the--

[The sound of a door opening in the background cuts him off. Why it's none other than Lloyd Irving.]

Hey, Mr. Locke, my dad says he wants me to he--

[Lloyd gets shushed and motioned to come inside. Tattoo questions first; other talk later. Right before the door fully closes, a fly manages to get inside the classroom. Ugh. Some shifting sounds can be heard as Richard rolls up a newspaper with the intent to slay the menacing beast (super hearing makes them go from annoying to evil).]

Those of you who've had them done, how long had it taken for the tattoo to be completed? What design had you chosen and what would you suggest for someone uncertain of what they want? And are there any parlors in Locke City which are particularly reputable?

[Fly decides to perch itself right smack dab in the middle of Richard's desk. Poor, poor unfortunate bug and its tragic fate. The deadly newspaper gets raised...]

Any information would be appr--

[...And falls full force down on the fly!!

CRACK.

Silence...

That is, until Lloyd shatters it seconds later.]

That was your desk! It's not supposed to break like that, right?!

...Ah ...N-no, it's not...

[No, newspapers should not be able to crack wooden chemistry desks in half...]

Holy shit! That's like that karate move but it was the whole desk with a newspaper!

Ah...

[...Where's a carpentering echo when you need one...]

healspec

Everyone here has been hearing the constant buzzing, yes? It is driving me crazy and I can't be the only one. It is also getting worse instead of better.

I think we need to find whatever is causing it and stop it.

Who wants to help?

ladyofluminosity

This might be a silly question, but how do echos work exactly? I've heard people get items, powers, feelings, tons of different things. How does it happen? What does it feel like?

Please don't spare any detail, I need to know. What might trigger one, what it feels like when you come across something.

two_stones

So, I don't especially feel like last time counted as a proper introduction. Hello for real, Sara Kirisame, Junior in LCU's Studio Art program. You may remember me from such art installations as Portrait of the American Dream.

[Known more colloquially as That One LCU Prank With All The Dildos.]

And, apparently, past-life wizard, or something. Marisa gave me the general overview - random memories or superpowers, secret society, alien invasion. Call me skeptical, but I'm really not sure I have the constitution to fight superpowered space monsters.

Is there anything in particular I should be doing about all this right now?

espigeonage

Earlier, I thought the Towers were like a pulse-trap. You know. People go there and get in trances or mutate or suddenly swords, and cameras or watchers spot them. I guess that isn't the case, we'd know by now, but if you're going to go there and haven't already, be careful anyway. If nothing else it's always crowded. Okay, so we all know there's something underground there, right? The subway - the E train passes almost right under that and the buzzing is just terrible. Nothing happened though. I didn't see anything, but my night vision is basically broken anyway, so I wouldn't. Anyone else gone through there? Is there some other way to get around there? Also I'm starting to think I can tell if someone's lying from watching their faces, or I can learn to. There's this way people twitch, these things called microexpressions? They're too fast for normal people to see. And heart rate and so on... How would I test or work on that, besides like watching someone play poker?

( PRIVATE to Aaron )

ex_purity762

I wanted to follow up on my suggestion. For people who didn't see that entry, I had the idea of coming up with a way for people to talk about their situation anonymously. Some things people aren't prepared to openly discuss with others, but still would benefit from talking them out.

So far I can't find a way to properly carry this out on the network. There isn't a way to have multiple parties capable of moderation, to prevent any abuse of that system. With that in mind, I'm looking at external hosting sites, and obviously, the concern there is security.

Aria has told me that there are a few people who know their way around these sorts of things better than I do. If I can make this work, it needs to be safe, so I'd like some help to ensure that happens.

Of course I also welcome any suggestions anyone has.

[There's a brief pause, before he adds]

There is one other thing I'd like to ask of people here. I think there might be something strange about my voice, and I can't figure out what it is. It's hard to explain, but if anyone can tell me if there's something odd about the sound, I'd appreciate it.

[So without further ado, he starts to hum some little melody. It's nothing in particular, but he's too nervous to actually use words and risk revealing his identity]

[ooc: So Pierce's voice has a few unique properties courtesy of an Echo a while back. He simply didn't notice. Anyone who hears him will feel a sense of calm, like all is right with the world. If they're experiencing pain, it'll fade away. Background noise seems muted. While normal people won't notice a darn about it, people on this network will have a sense that it's unusual, much like the one "not quite human" person in his canon perceived this.

There's no example of his singing voice as Clear, but this track gets played when he sings...]

hoennmaihime

[ Haruka Minamoto did not get scared. Fear was for children, not competent adults (...even if too few people saw her for what she really was. Hopefully the number 16 would bring her more respect and acknowledgement than the number 15 had, although two weeks in, she couldn't say much had changed.)

Experiencing feelings of... caution, however - that was perfectly acceptable. Well-advised, even. All successful people of business dealt with them. Someone who did not feel the need to properly evaluate danger, or saw the point in seeking to manage and mitigate potential risks, would quickly find themselves at the helm of a failed endeavor.

Another thing - successful businesspeople also knew when to seek advice. As ~~arrogant~~ proud as she was of her abilities, Haruka knew when it was time to outsource. Google had only been able to take her so far, and it was time to gather more firsthand, specific information has to how she might better control her newly-echoed back Blaziken.

It had kind of attacked that girl, after all. Again, not that she was afraid or anything, seriously, what kind of coward would be afraid of a 6ft tall fire-breathing chicken, jeez. ]

I need to bond with someone. Quickly. If you have any experience with this, especially if you've done so in a short period of time, I would appreciate being regaled with how you achieved it.

It is pertinent to our cause.

[ Because lord knows too much of the bullshit that goes on the network isn't. ]

theearth

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. )

destinedforrock

[When Cinderella establishes connection this morning, she's turned partly sideways to the trough, and a couple of adult human voices are conversing - not casually - in the background.

She flicks her head in a meaningful direction - along her side, anyway. At the same time she's shifting on her hooves; if she's gesturing at herself it's difficult to discern anything. Tilts her head just a bit back at the trough, eyes looking into the frame, with an anxious flick of the ears and an equally anxious grinning expression best conveyed in words as "/baa-aa-aa".

"I'll talk to the neighbors," a woman says. "What are you going to have Linda and Michael do with you first, though, pick up the pieces of the rock, or get that off?"

"I think we'll move the pieces first," says a man. "We'll give Cindy a bath later. I'm just glad she doesn't seem too badly spooked, whatever happened."

They carry on. Cinderella shimmies a couple steps closer to the trough, starts leaning just as much to her side as she can, gives another all-the-more-pointed look alongside her - more clearly indicating her flank.

Still not clear, especially on the still-rippling connection surface, but there are three little blue shapes showing up on the white of her fur.

She nods her head back close to and into that feed with the anxious grin refreshed - her eyes are moving back as she half-consciously re-indicates her flank, gives the direction another nod, and then - her ears switch up and she swings away to go about acting natural for Mr. and Mrs. Bell. Any further word from her will come once they're out of the picture!]

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.

whiterabbit_dot_obj

[Generally speaking, when one enters a string of numbers as the value of a variable in order to see whether or not a certain function of one’s program works, one does not list “Spontaneous generation of a forum network within the compiler” as a potential outcome. Barnaby is understandably confused, even after reading back through a few posts. This is not something he expected to happen when he came in to work this morning.]

/ * So this is for real then? [Yes, he’s typing in comments. Instinctive habit.]


  * I mean, I know "the plural of anecdote is not fact" and all
  * but it'd be a hell of a coincidence for a random prank to be about something I've already experienced
  * and I'd really like to think I'm not hallucinating rn
  * Does anyone know what's causing all this?
  */

[... shit, this better not have erased his code.]

unbraid

[ Homura has been reading along the network for a few weeks now. There is much to learn and absorb and she does her best to do just that. But she wants to know more and get involved properly-- she isn't quite satisfied with just observing because this feels like a place she could fit in. It feels like something she was meant to do.

She uncovers the camera's lens after a moment of nervousness and begins her post. ]

H...hello. It's good to meet you all, and-- I have a few small things I'd like to say, if you want to listen.

[ Is it okay to say her name?? A pretend name seems safest, but Homura does not want to lie to these people. ]

My name is Homura. I... I hope you'll understand that I don't want to give out my full name online. This is all, all very scary... Thank you. I have been reading for a little while, and trying to understand the situation the... the best someone like me can. I'm fourteen, and I have a heart condition... I can't run very far and I can't stay outside too long in the heat. I'm not very smart or very brave. But I want to help. I want to do something, something... something to help. I've been testing little things in the junkyard on the outskirts of town... no one goes anywhere near there, and... I can get there on my bike if I sneak out at night.

[ She swallows, and looks a little guilty. She wants to just come out and say it, but she's worried her mom might overhear. So she whispers: ]

I can make bombs. ... They're timed, and... they work well, I think. I have only been, um, been using little ones so I don't attract too much attention. But in, in theory-- in theory a bigger one should be even better. If anyone needs that sort of thing, I... I'll do my best. It's the best I think I can offer.

[ Suddenly she's glancing over her shoulder, she freezes up and then slumps back in her computer chair. ]

S-sorry, I thought I heard my mother. Anyways, um. Um. If I can help in another way, I want to do that too. Thank you.

Um... I do have one little r-request, if anyone wants to help me... I just want to know if anyone can catch me up. I'm not smart, so I want to make sure I understand what's going on. Just... just a summary would be nice. Thank you for listening. Thank you.

[ And the feed cuts with a little bow of her head. ]

doomedtheworld

"Will It Blend? - Air Soft Gun" (Watch on YouTube)

Can these things really do that and if so where can I get one?

italktofish

Who: Cinderella, Arthur, and whoever wants to party with a talking horse and a guy that loves sea life.
What: THE PARTY OF THE CENTURY
Where: Cinderella’s farm.
When: The afternoon of Saturday, August 31.
Warnings: Talking horses and Arthur being Arthur. Potentially misbehaving guests. Arthur operating a grill.

( Ain't no party like a talking horse party )

((OOC: Subthreads are all up, and the party is open for business, GO GO GO.))

Current Mood: OUTRAGEOUS

stealinghats

[Victor is sitting in his room looking none too impressed. He's also looking a little different from the last time anyone saw him—despite the poor quality of video, his eyes are very red, and his skin is deathly pale. Practically grey. It blends in weirdly with his bleached hair.

There are shadows flapping around above him. Three guesses as to what they are.]

Greetings and salutations, my fair numberly friends. It appears that I just can't leave you all for very long, sadly. I was quite enjoying having my apartment to myself again.

If anyone would like to fill me in on what's been going on, it would be much appreciated. You can skip the part about the water. Thank god the fabric store is so dead on Wednesday nights, I doubt there's much I could say to explain suddenly turning goth and laughing like a maniac.

... Ah, speaking of— Julia, she seems to have forgotten around the same time I did. I can't say for sure if she'll remain oblivious, but if anyone was wondering what happened to her, well. Now you know.

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