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Sep. 1st, 2014 01:16 pm
arrowpoint: (➹ menel)
[personal profile] arrowpoint
[Well, somebody has a nice tan... well, maybe a bit of a burn too, but hey that's the price to pay for a nice vacation. ]

So I got this hat. Do you think it hides my ears okay, guys? I'm hoping it will last until I can start with winter hats.

[adjusts the hat on his head to demonstrate.]

Also I've been out of town for a bit, so I'm sort of out of the loop... what I miss?

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abhero: illbillyou @ lj (you don't understand serious depression)
[personal profile] 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?

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Aug. 5th, 2014 08:39 pm
shortspoken: (sometimes I just watch my own nose)
[personal profile] 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 ]

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Jul. 25th, 2014 11:31 pm
siesinddasessen: (default)
[personal profile] siesinddasessen
I'm bored, so I have questions for you.

What is the largest item, being or whatever else that you've ever pulsed back? Was it large from the beginning, or did it only grow  to its current size later on?

[She's of course asking completely out of boredom and nothing else, and her question is meant to be this broad - not because she's trying to draw out a very specific type of answers (the biggest living being that you have ever pulsed back, but that would be too obvious perhaps). ...And her claim to boredom is partly true at least. Too many long-distance flights with long waits in taxi as of late.

See, she even adds another question. Super not actually interested.]


And what is the longest that you've ever gone without pulses?


[Anonymous; locked to Alan]

You can shift. How?
wirsinddiejager: (titantitantitantitantitantitantitantitan)
[personal profile] 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: "Secret Agent Man" (Your famous blue raincoat was torn)
[personal profile] 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?

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Jul. 17th, 2014 09:30 pm
seed_of_memory: (regretful)
[personal profile] 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.

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Jun. 15th, 2014 11:44 am
youngestone: (Clinging Tightly)
[personal profile] youngestone
[Killian is working on something as the video pops up. No one can see what it is, though]

So does anyone actually believe that Thunder Corp's responsible for the blackout, or am I the only one who thinks they're just going to use the blackout and the blame as a way to, I dunno, get everyone to like them again or something? Maybe I'm cynical, but I don't trust those assholes. Bet you anything the inspectors are gonna be on their payroll.

[He holds whatever it is he's working on to the lamp nearby to inspect it and goes back to work]

In other news, if the blackout or other recent pulses have kinda made it hard for you to stick around the city, the stable I work at is within the pulse field thingie. Lemme know and I can figure out where you can hide there for a while. Or if you need a job that doesn't ask questions or something.
astion: (Tired)
[personal profile] astion
Okay, so that car was....pretty. New? Crazy? I'm just glad I've been able to help as much as I have with the clinic for those of you who got hurt in all of that. I hope everyone is okay after that. I didn't really get that good a look myself, I was too busy helping trying to get someone out of the way before they got ran over. Does anyone actually know what the deal was with that thing?

And Geoff, for that matter? None of the other...aliens have talked to us like this have they? Or, at least, since I had access to the network?

[Voice]

May. 10th, 2014 02:34 pm
espigeonage: (👓And it teases you)
[personal profile] 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.
somesayinfire: (sit still look beautiful)
[personal profile] somesayinfire
[the image below appears on its own as a separate post on the network, shortly before the explanatory text post. it's a page from what looks like a composition book.]

OOC cut, an excerpt from Coping With Alien Magic: The Numbers Club and You )

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

Speculation, theories, etc. )

I'm mostly just thinking out loud with this post, but I guess if anybody has any more information or wants to shoot my theories down or whatever, feel free. Just no flame wars. ;)
adaptivemanipulation: (Meaningful stare to the side)
[personal profile] adaptivemanipulation
So it seems that humanity will meet a violent end.

Or somehow it has in the past. Judging by what I could recall, it seemed it was likely due to war. How utterly unsurprising.

History inevitably repeats itself.

Perhaps I should warn you not to let it.


[While it may not show through the text, Alan was considerably disturbed by this echo of humanity's destruction. He has no idea that he himself had been the cause, however.]
bridgeburner: (003)
[personal profile] bridgeburner
Who: Badri (NPC) & Ellie
When: Saturday, April 19th, evening
Where: Thunder Corp's compound in the Dead District
What: An alien offers a titan fast food.
Warnings: None atm!

In typical tourist fashion, Badri enjoys slipping away from the compound every now and then to explore what Locke City has to offer. Yesterday, he discovered fast food.

Tonight, he's making the rounds with a large cardboard box full of McDonald's in his arms. To each of the graveyard shift security guards he tilts the box down (just a little to avoid spilling the drinks, mind!) and gives them free choice of a cheeseburger or chicken McNuggets Happy Meal.

Yep.

Ellie happens to be the last security guard he approaches. By now, his Happy Meal supply has been reduced to one of each option. With a bounce to his step, he greets her with an amiable, "Howdy, partner! Cheeseburger or chicken McNuggets?"

[Voice]

Apr. 6th, 2014 10:26 am
espigeonage: (🌊 I promise it's not as far as you think)
[personal profile] espigeonage
[As usual Julien sounds breezily confident and relaxed.]

As the resident guy-who-graduated-with-a-poetry-degree I should make sure it's known that April is National Poetry Writing Month. Also, my birthday's on the 25th, and I don't know just what I'm doing yet, but I want to spend the day with friends. You know who you are! [Julien considers practically everyone he talks to a friend.] Any particular ideas?

In addition! Newer Network members might not know about how before we had the moving snake statues we had immobile ones that had a kind of influence on the non-networked. There was one in the Dead District back before Thunderco set up their ominous building of mystery there - can't we find out about that, anyone? - one in the police station, two or three in an art gallery. We know they removed those last ones. Where are they? What's happened to them?

PRIVATE:
[He sends Gabriel a message with less confidence and more veiled discomfort, though he leavens with humor.]

Gaaaabe, you're the one with modeling experience. I don't know what all the language here means. Help?
wasthatmymom: (pic#6743141)
[personal profile] wasthatmymom
[Action - An alley near McDonalds]

[An alleyway a block or two down from the closest McDonald's to Locke High becomes the site of a series of horrified, guttural screams. It's a young boy's voice, shrieking "My head" over and over in between the shouts of agony. It sounds like someone is being murdered. Of course, this is an alleyway rarely crossed, and thus, no one is around to help him. The screams go on and on until they eventually subside, and by the time anyone can get to him, it's already too late.

Connie is curled up in a ball against a chain link fenced, drenched in the water from a nearby puddle. His crumpled form is a pitiful sight, as he sits motionlessly, hands clinging to his skull. His bare, hairless skull. The giant, man-sized brush is no where to be seen, leaving whatever happened to him a total mystery. At least, if you didn't know of his glorious afro beforehand. Anyone who wants to offer him a hand can, but he doesn't look ready to go anywhere any time soon.]


[Voice - Network]

[A few minutes afterwards, he takes out his phone and addresses the network.]

All of it's gone.

It's all gone, there's nothing left. They took it from me. Everything. Nothing...I'm nothing now...[For the first time ever, the network get's to hear what Connie sounds like when he's not making an ass of himself and joking around. He chokes back a sob.]

What do I do...This is b-bullshit...Why me...?

F-Fro...
hollowleg: (you keep talking but all I hear is BLAHB)
[personal profile] hollowleg
[Shiro clears his throat. When he speaks, it's clear his voice has... uh... changed. It has a weird flange to it. Something like this! Or exactly like that. Whatever]

So, I figured I'd let you guys know that Chris has voluntarily left town to take a good job out in San Francisco with her buddy Matt. This happened... like, a week ago. But I'm just now getting around to saying anything about it.

Anyway so she's gone. Don't blame her. This city is a mess. I've relegated myself to the kitchen of the bakery where I don't have to talk much. On account of the fact that I sound like a cheap halloween voice effect all the time.

What was I going to say... oh.

I got some shit from the farmhouse on me. You tech-heads out there might want to take a look at it. I got one of the robots' heads and its legs, too. It's... really fuckin' complex lookin'. Anyway they ain't doin' me any good, so I'll give 'em to whoever wants them. Maybe you can ferret out some information about our alien friends.


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Ok since there's several people who want to mess with the goods, im just gonna be at the magnificent bakery downtown.... tomorrow night after hours? 10 pm. I'll have the stuff and everyone who wants to look can come look.

[[ooc: WORD OF MODS is that no useful information will be gleaned from the robot parts since they're so complex it's like a rodent looking at a nuclear bomb]]
wirsinddiejager: (titantitantitantitantitantitantitantitan)
[personal profile] wirsinddiejager
[Alan's previous text posts have always been from his sketchbook and thus surrounded with drawings and doodles. This one has been written on a blank page and looks weirdly empty in comparison, especially since the post itself is so short.]

during the snake thing if you saw a titan running around randomly breaking shit that was me. I lost control and didnt know what I was doing. sorry if I got any of you guys hurt.
theearth: (PRETENTIOUS STATUE TIME)
[personal profile] 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. ]

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Feb. 28th, 2014 10:49 am
wasthatmymom: (pic#7217850)
[personal profile] wasthatmymom
Hey, fellow people with the memories about the giant naked people eating regular sized people. I'm tired of all you zipping up and down like the glorious assholes that you are while I'm just hanging out over here being chopped liver. So you're gonna tell me everything that you remember about me, your main man Connie Springer. And if you don't remember me, you're gonna tell me about things that might have involved me.

Yeah, I admit that I haven't gotten echoes at...quite the speed you guys have, but that's all changing today! Connie Springer is gonna level up in badass!

...Oh and, uh, for everyone else, I mean, I don't want to make anyone feel left out...Tell me about your most embarrassing high school story. Or just give me a run down on anything I may have missed over the last week that I should know about. Either works.
ghostly_heiress: (...I know nothing of pink light)
[personal profile] ghostly_heiress
[The writing is neat, and thankfully, perfectly legible.]

Oh no. You’re all here again.

At least I assume there’s a group of people? There’s quite a bit of different writing here. Some of the writing looks like it was written by a keyboard instead of by hand. Though there appears to be videos, so I suppose those were actually be a keyboard?

Might there be someone to tell me I’m not crazy? I wrote the number down in my diary when everything suddenly appeared. I’m still not sure where it landed after that. I tried it out on post it notes, the back of a textbook, and now I’m on a notepad.

All of you keep appearing.

I think someone even put up a new post while I was doing all that.

I'm not sure I should be here. People say the internet is dangerous, I'm not sure if this could be at all safer.
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (I hate people when they're not polite)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
Though the police and the Blood Keys obviously represent a threat to many numbered individuals, I have a question about organized religion, and what pulses might mean when framed within certain philosophical contexts.

No matter how natural it might feel, if there really is another being nudging its way into an existing consciousness, changing a person's aptitudes, physical attributes and even their personality... there have to be at least a few churches that would consider that demonic possession, right?

Has anyone tried to reconcile what's happening with influential religious practices, and do we have any resources for assisting anyone who might wind up the subject of an attempted exorcism? Those still happen today, they can be extremely dangerous, and I'm concerned about the possibility of frightened numbered people seeking out such assistance, or being subjected to it by their families and communities. Thinking you're crazy is one thing, but sincerely believing that the devil is wielding you as an instrument is another entirely. Probably not something that the FAQ page can successfully assuage, for the most tenaciously convinced.

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Feb. 16th, 2014 07:01 pm
siesinddasessen: (Default)
[personal profile] siesinddasessen
I need a new place. Someplace not visited by those outside of the network, but large on the inside (at the moment, two stories high will do, but higher is is preferred) and also with a large exit, though if that is to the side, up or down doesn't matter. Otherwise it should be generally fit for a person to live there; heat and running water and such things, in some shape or form. No stables.

Secondly, any recommendations for easily digestible food that has no spices to it?

[This is basically the reason for which she has been "nice", at least occasionally. To qualify for help, should shit go down. Asking for it still is putting a part of herself in other people's hands, and she hates it, so she'll be on edge here and probably her usual jerk self despite asking for something... You are warned.]

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Feb. 8th, 2014 09:59 pm
boredallready: (Is that all this does?)
[personal profile] boredallready
[Lloyd's been a bit sparse lately, but he's had a lot on his mind. A lot for him, at least. He doesn't look nearly as cheerful or as confident as he usual does.]

I have a weird question and I figured this would be the best place to ask it cause there are always lots of weird questions here.

I don't think any of you know my dad cause he doesn't have this number, but a lot of people think it's pretty obvious that he's not my "real" dad. We both thought my other dad was dead, but...now I dunno anymore. I think he's alive and that I've talked to him, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't know who I am.

Does...anybody know what you're supposed to do when that happens?
wirsinddiejager: (IM GONNA KILL TITANS)
[personal profile] wirsinddiejager
[Alan stands in front of the camera, wearing his usual nerdy Batterman t-shirt and looking unusually sheepish.]

Okay, uh. Since certain pretentious scumbags have been having trouble believing that I could totally kick their ass, I've been asked to provide some visual evidence.

[He lifts the hem of his shirt and the camera zooms in, showing what is quite clearly an 8-pack. When he lowers the shirt again after a few seconds, a disappointed 'Boo!' can be heard in Octavia's voice from off-screen. Alan shoots an embarrassed look in its direction.]

Octavia, I told you I'm not taking my shirt off on the network!

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Jan. 24th, 2014 08:31 pm
schild: (pic#6584375)
[personal profile] schild
[ Scribbled on a piece of paper ]

Wedding Plans!!



  • DATES. Spring? Summer?

  • Colors?? (Ask Karson??) I don't know about that...

  • Flowers? are these really necessary YES! they are.

  • Invitations? Maybe guage gauge interest??

  • Venues. It doesn't have to be a huge thing But still!

Alright, Network. We need help. Have any of you guys ever planned a wedding?

[ And yes, the slightly smaller font is Bertl. ]
wasthatmymom: (pic#7217851)
[personal profile] 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 )
hawaiianheir: (to cover your eyes)
[personal profile] hawaiianheir
[Hello, network. Welcome to an ex-delinquent sitting on a couch with his webcam propped up somewhere a ways away. He seems to at least be slightly calm. This of course, is a ruse.]

Hey, yo, Numbers. How're you doing? Everything all 'olu'olu today?

[His voice betrays him, there's a very subtle shake to it. A measure of restraint as he stands up.]

You mind playing along with me for a second? There's a little skit I remember that might help me get straight to my point- [He starts to recite, from memory, as he pantomimes spinning a big wheel.]

"Wheel of Morality, turn turn turn. Tell us the lesson that we should learn."

Oh, look at that! It landed on my topic of choice! [He mock gasps at the invisible wheel, turning back around with a start to the camera. Those of you listening through headphones might be in for a shock.]

It's called MURDER IS SUPER FUCKING TERRIBLE NO MATTER WHO DOES IT.

Holy shit, guys. I get it as much as the rest of us do. The Blood Keys are seriously fucking bad news. But we can deal with them without stooping to being murderers and maniacs.

And those of you with the Blood Keys - I know you guys are on here and watching this, too. Don't think this means you get off scott free. If I see any of your pals mugging people or being shitheads, I'm not gonna hesitate to bring down the hammer on them. They won't die, but they'll probably wake up with a headache tied to a lamppost or something.

And though I might not do the same thing to the Numbers - if I see any of you pulling shit like trying to murder people, I'm not gonna stand for it either. We don't need to act like we're deserving of all the hatred the corrupted officers send our way. We should stand on the high ground while we've got a chance.

[He moves over, to lean on the side of the sofa.]

And anyone who's willing to stand with me on this issue's welcome to join, I suppose. We should probably make some counter-force for the Blood Keys that can stop them without having to turn the city into a bloodba-

[And that's the couch, practically skittering away from him as he pushes a hand against it to steady himself. It shoots to the other side of the room, about as quickly as someone had shoved it away with all their strength, which startles Mac as he starts to fall on his face.]

Ohsonuvabi-

[POOF. Mac dissipates into wisps of blue smoke. Much like the first time he displayed the ability, he reforms after a second, standing upright, somewhere between irritated and surprised. ]

...Really need to get the hang of that...

[ He shuts off the camera, ending the post. ]

[Private to Ellie]

We need to talk.

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Jan. 8th, 2014 01:24 pm
honestopinion: (18 - aaaa m-mikasa-chan)
[personal profile] honestopinion
Listen up, I have a couple of important, mandatory, announcements.

Okay, first off…
Read more... )


[He’s a complete and utter eighteen year-old, can't you see? Jamie’s had a nice winter season despite all the relatives.]

So it is true when you leave Locke City you forget everything about your echos. Mom and I went to my Aunt Carol's for Christmas and my brain just drew a blank.. but the second we come back home I remembered everything. At least I think it’s everything… I kept feeling like something was missing the whole time as well, this place is inescapable isn't it?

[Jamie is already so nervous, he just knows someone is going to have something smart to say about what he has to talk about next. He just needs to put on a tough face, or in this case tough text, and show no weakness.]

Alright, besides my rad as hellz Christmas there is some other network related stuff I have to talk about. So, ah—… I was going to start sort-of-like a ‘club’ but the membership is open. You just need to have a number, which means only network people are going to belong to it. Every week what I thought would be cool is if we all got together and I streamed a bunch of anime and we could talk about our echos and stuff... [Things already feel like they could be going better.. The network was already kind of like a club so his case is looking more and more grim.] Like an anime club, seeing a whole bunch of you don't know what anime is, my mom has a DVR and I could recorded [adult swim] every Saturday and stream it later with some of my Naruto DVDs and whatever else people have, anyone interested??
grannyfucker: (GIRL LOOK AT THAT BODY!)
[personal profile] grannyfucker
[The network number that brought you such hits as Impersonating Simon Edwards is back, broadcasting a video this time. The video shows a kitchen--one that a few characters, if they've been there, may recognize as being the kitchen of one Alan Hunter's home.

In the foreground, however, is a notecard propped up by some salt and pepper shakers. The notecard seems to have some writing on it, too!]


How is it all of you chumps have a bunch of ~*magical superpowers*~ and I don't? I've been here a while, and all I've gotten is [he wrote something here, but then blacked it out with the marker] a bunch of shitty memory bullshit! All this retarded cop alien conspiracy earthquake crap would actually be worth it if I ever actually got anything cool out of it!

Seriously. What's a guy gotta do to get some decent superpowers around this place?

[All responses will be in a similar format--text written on notecards in the foreground with various scenes of Alan's house in the background.]
gewidmet: (023)
[personal profile] gewidmet
[ Sssso.... How do you go about this? Michelle types in the numbers in the blank document, carefully thinking about how to proceed. ]

Hello.

[ Well, that's a good start, at least. ]

I've been reading up on the FAQ, but this still seems a bit unbelievable to me. I'm a bit overwhelmed, to be honest.

Anyway, my name is Michelle. I'm
  [ … ]  new here, I suppose. Recently I received a vague memory of a scarf, and when I returned home there was a red scarf in my bag that I don't remember purchasing.

I have a feeling it wasn't just put there by someone, as well. It feels
  [ … ]  very significant, and familiar. Does anyone have any input on this? It'd be helpful, thanks.
stopinthenameofawe: (Melissa [Bitch plz])
[personal profile] stopinthenameofawe
[Melissa isn’t going into this post blind. She’s read the recent posts, found herself the FAQ, and figured out just how much these network people think they know. And she is not happy about it.]

Listen up, kids. I have half a mind to make a beeline for Sherman’s office when I get into work tomorrow. But for right now, I’m off duty, and I have a headache, so I’m feeling generous.

You all have one comment to explain to me why I shouldn’t give every scrap of information you’ve put up here to him. Start talking.


[ooc: Replies will be slow until tomorrow, but have fun!]
toobig: (pic#6592089)
[personal profile] toobig
Hi, uh, everyone.

[Bertholdt's never broadcasted his voice to the Network before, but he sounds the same to anyone who'd know him, probably, despite sounding a bit more nervous than usual.]

I haven't posted on here in a while, I guess... things have been busy. I hope everyone had a good Christmas. Er, holiday you celebrate. Or don't celebrate. Whatever.

[He swallows, and there's a sound of his fingers tapping against something.]

I guess I just wanted to... check up on everyone. Things have been... really bad lately, so...

But I guess good things... can come out of this whole thing too, sometimes. [His voice grows sheepish.] Ryan and I... are engaged now. S-so there's that.

It's my birthday too, so... I'm just glad I managed to live another year, you know? All of this is awful, but...

[He trails off, before he clears his throat and tries to focus.]

Just-- I hope everyone is doing okay.

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Dec. 27th, 2013 09:38 am
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Those of you who have encountered the Blood Keys, or know someone who has...they all wear sunglasses, correct? Do they wear a certain kind? I've been having to wear sunglasses day and night in public to hide an unusual eye color and I don't want to be a target of suspicion...

Yesterday I bought some new glasses that look like this.



I don't like them much at all, but I figured they're not the sort that gang members would wear, so does that mean they're safe to wear?
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I went down to investigate the source of the buzzing and found this pink rock. I broke off a piece and brought it back above ground. I'm pretty sure that's what caused the earthquake. If you could hold back your anger, I'd appreciate it. I have enough to go through with a hundred lives on my head.

I guess the good news is that the buzzing stopped. If anyone wants to look at the rock chunk, I gave it to Danny.
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so.

when the doctor checked my head all he said i had was a concussion. last time i checked concussions didn't come with weird dreams/hallucinations/visions/whatever of giant naked ladies chasing you and i definitely didn't know this number before i woke up.

it's either i'm totally crazy now or they gave me the wrong medicine or i'm not actually imagining there's some kind of weird underground society that i'm suddenly part of? is this for real?


[action; Locke City University Hospital]

[This post is made from a hospital room, where one Anthony Albert is lying on a bed with his phone, typing away and scrolling through the network he just discovered. Around his head is some bandages and he's got some bandaids and other small scrapes on his face and hands from his light accident with a bad driver earlier.

This is nuts. He's also bored. The boy tosses his phone down on the mattress after a few minutes and rolls onto his side with a loud sigh.]


I'm definitely going insane.