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. ]
toobig: (you'll never make it out alive)
[personal profile] toobig
Who: Ryan, Bertholdt, Alan, Octavia, and Jamie
Where: Bertholdt and Ryan's apartment
When: Backdated to Saturday 02/08
Why: Alan and Octavia have moved in! And Jamie is a weeabo, is anyone else surprised?
Warnings: Stupid teenager bullshit, probable talk of "yaois," lots of face palming.
this is probably why bertl never had any friends )
drama8om8: (WELCOME TO THE PENISDOME)
[personal profile] drama8om8
[ It is a very tired Octavia that turns on her webcam tonight. An Octavia that is too tired to care that she's showing herself on the network sporting her dorky orange sun jammies and a giant tangle of bed hair. ]

So, uh. Lately I'm not sleeping so - [YAWWWWWWWWN] - great or whatever. Because, um.

[ She rubs at her eyes under her glasses briefly. ]

Nightmares! Yeah. I am having super terrible nightmares. Like. The worst. So I was hoping somebody would know how to stop somebody having dreams and stuff? Google isn't hel--

[ Then she's cut off by an exceedingly shouty voice that some might recognise as Alan's coming from somewhere offscreen. ]

I'LL KILL YOU ALL!


[ And she slams her laptop shut with a shriek. Busteeeeeeeed. ]
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!
hollowleg: plz stop (☼ I believe the world)
[personal profile] hollowleg
Back from San Francisco. I now know how pulses come back when you cross into the field and it doesn't suck as much as I thought it would. glad i left myself a note to fly into newark and drive and not locke. still had to pull over when it hit

I see that you all managed to make the hugest goddamn mess while I was gone. I swear I can't leave any of you alone for more than a few days. "Preemptively" killing Blood Keys and offing Proud? A+, gold star, much applause. remind me not to get on the numbers club's bad side, christ.

EDIT: as a note, if you aren't one of the morons who decided to act like a vigilante dumbass, i'm not talking to you. obviously.

[PRIVATE; Chris]

Hey, back in town. Can I stay with you? If your uncle's house isn't still in shambles. I can try and help with that maybe.

[PRIVATE; Ryan and Bertl]

yo dorks I heard tell of a wedding. we should pow-wow on cake ideas. I know you don't need to eat, but all your guests will. What's a wedding without cake??
show_my_cannons: (Human | I don't know where to look.)
[personal profile] show_my_cannons
[Okay, so Harding isn't the best with this technology stuff. But. He's trying. He doesn't want someone to know this is him.]

[Because asking for help isn't manly. And asking about this is just downright embarrassing to have to do.]


So

Anyone here suddenly remember people they were

close to ?

Except they remember too. And they arent someone you know here. Someone you never met before.

What do you do?


[How do you deal with suddenly feeling emotions and a serious connection with a relative stranger?]

text;

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. ]

05; text

Jan. 6th, 2014 11:54 am
seabeast: (pic#7076314)
[personal profile] seabeast
so here be a thought from an idle paw
from what i been told murderin another one o your kind gets you sent to the police and taken away
killin somebeasts a mark of ill breedin or summat
taint what a goodbeast does is what im understandin

now i aint sayin i likes these keys you lotve been whisperin about
but it stands to reason that they be humans like the rest o ye
or mostly anyway
and the lot o ye been killin em by the score
i dont suppose some o ye been goin huntin for em
been gettin a likin for the chase id expect
tis likely
i mightve done the same if i could follow your footpaws

so when does it all end eh
how long afore ye become badbeasts and scum and whatnot
how long til ye be a danger to all of us
is one enough
two
enough to whet an appetite for blood
enough to cause a panic in the city
how long til ye aint worth keepin around and mayhap it be best if the police take ye anyway

or mayhap there aint nothin wrong with the killin
why else would we be keepin so many of ye around
sounds handy enough to me

but like i said tis just an idle thought
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.
bibliofilo: (4)
[personal profile] bibliofilo
Who: Bertholdt Fubar ([personal profile] toobig) & Magdalene de Leon ([personal profile] bibliofilo)
When: Morning of 12/10/13
Where: Bertholdt's apartment.
What: After a rather delayed return on her manuscript, Maggie decides to check in on her editor and friend to make sure he is okay.

is making a chore for the reader who reads )
toobig: (pic#6601446)
[personal profile] toobig
Who: stupid boyfriends Bertholdt Fubar and Ryan Brown
What: Christmas decoration! Talkin' 'bout Echoes.
Where: Their apartment.
When: December 1st
Warnings: sappy boyfriends, that's it. maybe body horror tho.
there's nothing I could write here that wouldn't be really sappy and embarrassing )
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[personal profile] betroth
Who: Tallest Shingeki ([personal profile] toobig) & Shortest Shingeki ([personal profile] betroth)
When: Tuesday aftertoon, 12/03
Where: The park
What: Just a little meeting of colossal proportions.

and every day forward! )

001 [text]

Dec. 2nd, 2013 11:17 pm
onlyleft: (marzio → 1)
[personal profile] onlyleft
Okay so this might be the craziest thing that's happened to me ever. I've looked around and I might be able to buy this whole secret society of people who seem to have little to no connections at all.

But that doesn't mean it makes any sort of sense. Which I guess is a normal thing to feel if anything else I've read on here is legit.

I totally owe Anthony now though. Maybe saying he was braindamaged by his concussion wasn't the best thing because wow now I'm the one with a stupid number in my head and an in to this secret society.
italktofish: cap from wf.toonzone.net (Hugs)
[personal profile] italktofish
[Look, everyone, it's Arthur! And he's standing there in front of a fish tank with a tiny Thanksgiving diorama set up inside. Next to him is a box that looks like a brand-new turkey-sized deep fryer. Arthur playing with oil and fire, nothing could go wrong there.]

Hey, guys, so I know Thanksgiving's this week, and since not everyone can get home to their families, I thought I'd offer to have everyone over here to my place! You can bring some food with you if you want, but I think I have everything under control!

[He'll pat the turkey fryer. This Thanksgiving, cooking is going to be an ADVENTURE.]

I've got a tofurkey, and I'm making all the fixings myself! And I already bought a bunch of frozen pies--I found an OUTRAGEOUS sale! So just let me know if you want to come so I know how much food to make!
anequal: (anthony ➵ 1)
[personal profile] anequal
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.
hollowleg: (all the black is really white)
[personal profile] hollowleg
Hey, cop type people.

Where do you keep the sniffy-sniffy dogs?

Just asking, you know. No reason. In particular.

Hehehehe...



Oh. I got this weird pulse and I can't explain it. I think it's like a sixth sense because it doesn't make any sense in the context of my other senses. Wow I said "sense" a lot there. But it's like... I can tell where people are... and like... their "auras"? Or some bullshit like that? Maybe sensing straight up life energy. This also tells me how tasty they'd be if I ate them and that's pretty horrifying. But anyone know of anything like this? Hnn.

voice;

Nov. 23rd, 2013 11:37 pm
schild: (are you kidding me right now)
[personal profile] schild
So it's looking like more and more of us remember stuff like giants and titans and the 3DMGs and the Survey Corps... I was thinking maybe we should all get together and share what we know with each other? Maybe we can have a better idea of what this "world" was and why all our past lives had that in common. Who knows, we might learn something that can help us out now.

Obviously, we're all in a bit of a bind with how tough things are, but since Bertl and I can't really go outside... maybe you guys could come here? You guys can bring some snacks and stuff and we'll just talk about things. I mean, I know our memories can get kinda gruesome, but it'll help to share and know you're not alone, right?

Of course, uh, this means you guys are gonna have to see my face, so... let me know if you want me to show you now so you don't flip out in front of all of us, haha.

[ That's... a thing that happened, yeah. ]

So, whaddya say?

[text]

Nov. 20th, 2013 05:40 pm
dirtdevil: (a slightly shittier parallel universe)
[personal profile] dirtdevil
you know, i kinda assumed the completely random "vision" could be chalked up to a contact high. with all the smelly potheads that hang out on campus, i wouldn't be surprised. and yet here i am, connected to some kind of super internet, where i now have the opportunity to talk to other people who have also had non-drug-induced brain spasms, and presumably have also seen some weird shit followed by a long number. i'm hoping the people on this "internet" are at least a little more intelligent than the ones on the regular internet. (cats are still ok)

anyway, it looks like my past life must have sucked ass. i can take the creepy flashbacks, but it would be nice if it didn't keep happening at inopportune times, like during exams or while i'm taking my grandma to bingo. christ, i was just trying to get a hot dog the first time. i couldn't even eat it afterwards because all i could see was blood all over it. fucking gross.

thanks for the invite to the secret club, i guess. i don't have to come to any meetings, do i?

oh yeah, and something about evil giants apparently? god, no wonder the world ended. someone probably just gave up and pushed the 'fuck it' button.
drama8om8: (Roger that)
[personal profile] drama8om8
[ The post opens with a handy little form letter custom-designed by Octavia for people to fill out. Enjoy. ]

Not an IC cut! )

[ That done with, she switches to audio. ]

Just thought I'd cut down on the lecture time for everybody. Because while I am sure all of you are oh-so-fucking ready to sate your massive told-you-so boners, I actually have stuff to say! Like "thanks for being super cool badasses and saving us, rescue teams." And "wow those photos being shown on the news are unflattering as fuck." And "please remember we just spent days in solitary confinement thinking we were going to have our brains scooped out." Which means yes! Alan and I are entirely aware of how quote-dumb-unquote my plan was and all the implications of it and blah blah blah don't waste your fucking time fussing at us.

I also want to point out that like. Somebody would have got caught at some point anyway, right? Like this whole deal was only ever going to last so long. And if it had to be somebody it was good that the captives were us! People who didn't fucking talk even a little, no matter what they threatened us with. People who were brave and cool at all times! People who could contact the outside without writing a number in blood or snot or whatever and blowing this whole shitfest operation. You are welcome.

[ There's a half-uttered syllable, then a soft mmgh as she apparently rethinks what she was going to say. Then, in a falsely lighthearted tone: ]

And, uh. Since like. My face is out there anyway I don't really have shit to lose as far as that is concerned! So what if we had me record a message saying that we ain't terrorists. Maybe explain our deal a little or something? And then put it on Youtube or send it to the press or whatever. Like, if there is a way to do that safely and securely and not get caught. And if people think that's a good idea and not me being fucktarded, haha! And stuff.
toobig: (pic#6572694)
[personal profile] toobig
[At the beginning of the message, there's an image. Bertholdt's still far too shy to make a video post or something, but the gear is there as well as the straps and his Scouting Legion cloak wrap.]

I hadn't looked in my storage closet for a few weeks... and this was inside when I went to get my good winter jacket ...not that I really need it with how... warm my body is now, but Ellie is still insisting on it for some reason?

Uh, anyway. I definitely can't use this stuff, even if my past self did. My skin is... too tight, it's hard to move normally let alone... uh-- do that sort of stuff.

So, uhm... if anyone... wants to take it... really far away from me... that'd be great...

I put it back... in the closet, but uh, now I can't stop thinking about it being there s-so... someone should just uh-- take it off my hands, please.

[Please. Ryan doesn't need to get excited about it either...!!!]
originaloddcouple: (Well Crap)
[personal profile] originaloddcouple
So... I think Isaac's hiding things from me.

I mean, I'm hiding things too. So I'm kinda being a hypocrite. I guess.

But...

...I just want everything to be normal again! I mean, I still want you guys to be here and hang out and do friend things but I don't want to be in danger! Or Isaac in danger! Or any of you in danger, or lying, or theft, or death, or any of this crazy world threat st

Hold on I have to get the phone.

[There's isn't anything on the network for five hours. Then suddenly:]Parental Related Chaos Inside )
healspec: ([16])
[personal profile] healspec
Who: Anybody who signed up on the OOC post!
Where: The streets around Tuning Towers, under the streets around Tuning Towers, and Barnaby's apartment.
When: Saturday night, 11/16, around 3AM.
What: The teams head into the sewers and subways, and eventually the Tuning Towers basements, in search of the source of the buzzing. See the OOC post linked above for more detailed info.

[[There is also a public network thread for radio chatter that anyone may participate in. Format is restricted to voice and it's happening at 3AM on a Saturday, but otherwise go wild.]]

OOC info follows. )
honestopinion: (8 - you're just a b-b-baka...)
[personal profile] honestopinion
[Jamie’s getting older now, because his middle school is in a safe part of town and because his mother’s apartment isn’t either he’s welcome to ride public from school to home on certain days. Those days being the ones his mother had to work late…

Ever since it happened all he could think about is the echo, no matter how badly Jamie tired to push it out of his mind the memory just wouldn’t leave. It terrified him, what if this time he doesn’t have his mom to rescue him? There’s also the whole thing around these numbers.. and the tiny memories he’s been reliving almost through eyes that feel so much like his own.. The world he sees isn’t the same, however, and neither is the person, there are no glass frames or breathing issues behind those similar eyes.

A promise was also unforgotten, one concerning this number he couldn’t forget… to write it down on a piece of paper to prove some kind of point.. would it? What would it prove..? Jamie only has homework with him paper wise, and a notebook for humanities. However, he always has his 3DS on him. It seems stupid at the time and it’ll seem stupid tomorrow but Jamie writes his number over the touchpad of his three dimensional duel screen in the application swapnote.. the worlds read--


Read more... )


--As if that will make them stop or as if anyone can hear him from his quiet set on the bus. What he doesn’t know is that others can hear him and soon replies will be coming in through his 3DS screen. You never know in Locke City if the person next to you is part of the network either. Hey, he added a bunch of people on his game, is ‘Your Friend Jamie Near By!’?]
italktofish: cap from wf.toonzone.net (would you look at that science)
[personal profile] italktofish
[The feed opens up after school on Halloween and it's Arthur! And he's dressed as Neptune. He's got a trident and everything!]

Happy Halloween, everyone! I know it's kind of a wild and crazy holiday, so...I present to you...THE HALLOWEEN PARTY BUS!

[And there is Arthur's school bus, festively decorated for the occasion. He seems pretty proud of it. Eagle-eyed viewers might spot that he's used the decorations to obscure both the bus's number and license plate. Perhaps he's not quite as dense about keeping a low profile as he seems.]

I know there are a lot of parties and things tonight, and we're going to hit as many of them as we can! It'll be OUTRAGEOUS!

[There's a grand sweep of the trident to accompany that.]

And if you go partying on your own and you've had too much to drink and need a ride, let me know! I'll make sure you get to where you're going safe and sound!
caosgo: (✧the song remains the same)
[personal profile] caosgo
Hello, everyone. I want to apologize profusely for the delay in posting this, but the last month has been...well. I'm sure most of you have an idea.

and here is the IC F.A.Q., finally )

Last but not least, several weeks ago I did some research into Locke's history. Not much stood out, but I did discover that the Native American tribe in this area worshiped a snake god as part of their religious practices. Whether this has any connection to the statues created by David Proud (who is, in fact, a descendant of that tribe) remains to be seen. I'd like to open this and more recent events up to discussion.

____________________________________________________

Updates as of 11/22/2013

Some other useful posts:

A list of safe public servants
People to go to for research purposes

A spreadsheet for tracking echoes or pulses. Be warned that this is hosted off-network, though if I understand correctly, it's hosted by our resident computer experts who have made it difficult to find. Contributions are completely voluntary.

-Raoul Light, Mikasa Bito and Candy Rodriguez are still missing.

-On October 23rd, a large area of the Dead District was bombed. The cause and perpetrators are still unknown, though we have our suspicions. To the public, the act has been blamed on terrorists, but no evidence or residue from any sort of explosive has been found.

-On Halloween, a party thrown by network members was attacked by what we believe is a "Vermedi". Further details to be added.

-a man believed to be the sculptor David Proud has been sighted in an abandoned subway tunnel.

-The source of the buzzing noise emanating from the ares around Tuning Towers appears to be a large pink rock buried far underground. Any other information is still forthcoming.


[ooc: feel free to thread with each other too, I'm going to be slow but I wanted to get this up.]

voice;

Oct. 25th, 2013 07:50 pm
schild: (are you kidding me right now)
[personal profile] schild
So... I know things are pretty rough right now, but... Well, I've suddenly found myself with a lot of free time and not a lot to do. I figured I'm not the only one who's had to stick to staying indoors recently, so...

Are there any shows anyone would recommend? Bertholdt has Netflix, so even old stuff is fine. Any good shows this season?

[ Yep Ryan had to quit his job... Echoes'll do that. Now's your chance to recommend Spoopy Hollow and CSU. ATTACK ON TITAN SPOILERS are go. ]

Voice

Oct. 25th, 2013 06:09 pm
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[personal profile] doomedtheworld
[She's been hesitating a little bit about even asking this because, wow, what a question but it's bugging her since the memories of that last Echo really came together.]

This is a weird question, but since those explosions I've been remembering....

[Oh, screw the explanation.]

Does anybody else remember being from another planet?
metalbent: official comic art (+ bandit. jumping in.)
[personal profile] metalbent
Okay, obviously I have nothing to say about the shiny lights in the sky still because wow I dunno, really obvious reasons for at least some of you - and I don't have a lot of awe to go around for all these "wow look at this totally awesome thing I can do slash that I have!" if it comes with no explanation at all for equally obvious reasons. For...well, at least Peppy and some of the people at that party the other month know why that is, but I guess in the interest of time I will just do a quick disclaimer of "hey, assholes, I'm blind."

So if I don't act all excited about your pictures or whatever don't get all offended because there's a reason your pictures are sort of dull. And it'd be super if in addition to "hey look at this" you also did an addendum of what we're supposed to be looking at, but you know, whatever.

Anyway, that actually wasn't why I started this. I mean, it kinda was just because it's getting old to do the whole "gee whiz golly what a great photo" thing or to get told off when requesting extra information, but that's not the important thing.

Peppy and I went on a walk the other day, and yadda yadda yadda tuning towers yeah I know we all know about it - but because we went - I guess? - I got something cool.

[ And she sounds more than a little smug about it, too. ]

I can see. Not videos or pictures or whatever, so don't bother with that, but...I can sort of see. If I'm barefoot. I've been trying it ever since we went, but it's not really the easiest thing... [ because wow no lessons just the ability ] ...but I can actually tell where things are. Kind of. If it's earth. I guess it's sort of relevant to share.

...Oh, and could I get someone to like. [ She sighs. ] Check me over every so often or something?? Just like tell me if my hair or my eyes or whatever changes randomly. Color-wise. Like, to the point my parents would be concerned. ...I assume I'm pretty much still me, or they probably would have said something. ...This is stupid, ignore that. Anyway, Later.

[ If anyone would prefer an action option, Sophie is trying to unobtrusively get some more practice in at the park. This involves sitting in the grass somewhere with her shoes off and her palms on the ground, leaning back, her cane nearby. She's not going to be out particularly late, and stays in the more populated of areas, since she's, you know, people-watching for practice. ...Though it pretty much looks like she's just hanging out doing nothing, since "practice" involves maintaining contact with the ground and just sort of...listening is the best word she has for it, still. ]
schild: (pic#6650149)
[personal profile] schild
Hey everybody! Me and Nick are throwing a barbecue this Saturday at [ Monroe's Address ] in honor of my birthday! Which is today. Don't worry, you don't have to get me anything, just being able to help everybody is good enough for me.

[ Wow, check out this loser. Is he for real? He's for real. ]

Anyway, it's Numbers-Only, so I thought I'd extend the invitation to anyone I've met on the network who wants to come! There'll be plenty of food, but if you're stopping by please feel free to bring snacks and join in. It'll be a nice time to unwind and hang out.

Hope to see you guys there!

[ Added later, in text. ]

Side-note: !! Nick is a police officer so you kids are dreaming if you think you're gonna score any free booze at this thing. Sorry! (I'm not, actually.) BYOB.
titansno: and i don't have a waist to speak of (Default)
[personal profile] titansno
[Hello, network! Have some neat and spidery handwriting in a nice notebook. Across the page are little notes--page numbers, library reference numbers, book titles and various small mentions of various macabre concepts, motifs and monsters, linked via loose concept webs weaving over the page. "vermaxi" is one word apart from the others, closed off in quotes and surrounded by little question marks. it'd appear like this notebook is just as much a work notebook as a personal log.

She's already skimmed the network a bit on her computer, but it'd seem she's missed the part about it working on any other surface. just her luck!

she draws a little arrow to where she wrote her numbers, before she starts to write.
]

Won't get out of my head. Apparently, they connect to some weird forum. It could be an interesting device in a story? Anything's bound to turn out better than Malchior did. [and there's a little fast and heavy stroke written in annoyance after the fact, before she draws a little disgusted-looking face. who says notes can't be fun?] Not your finest work, self.

I've done a little bit of reading and listening on recent topics. Vermaxi?
[and the earlier mention of it in her notes gets underlined. repeatedly.] Giants??
Past lives?
- Transformations
- Changes
- Powers
- Swords and guns from nowhere????

Some of it's too weird. But the videos don't lie - there's something to this.

What the hell have I stumbled into?
originaloddcouple: (The Pain...)
[personal profile] originaloddcouple
Okay. So.
Miria and I decided to head to the tower to see what we could find out.

I, uh, just wanted to talk about it when Miria was out.

...These memories are sorta misleading, right? I mean, we can't actually be sure what we see is really that-

OH, WHO AM I KIDDING?! I WAS A CRIMINAL! THE WORST KIND OF CRIMINAL! ALCATRAZ CRIMINAL!

I'M NOT BEING DRAMATIC! THE OTHER ME WAS GETTING SHIPPED TO ALCATRAZ!

ALCATRAZ. THE PLACE WHERE WORST OF THE WORST GOT SENT! ALL...HELL-LIKE, AND FILLED WITH ANGRY JERKS!

LIKE ME.

SERIOUSLY, LET ME PROVE IT.




I WAS HISTORY'S GREATEST MONSTER!

[OOC: Isaac's font has been changed to make it easier to read. Responses will only come from him right now.]
shortspoken: (nose is god)
[personal profile] shortspoken
[ Anyone who knows Ellie will probably be surprised to see that she's posting via video. Though since she's an insular, cagey little shit the significance of this will be lost on most people.

Still. Video it is! The feed doesn't seem to be showing anything interesting at first - even disregarding the fact it's really dark out, it's just pointed high up between a couple of buildings in the dead district - but after a few seconds:

PCHOO. A small hooded figure hurtles through the air, aided by some kind of belt-mounted propulsion system and a set of twin grappling hooks. It's almost Spidermanesque, if Spiderman had a jetpack and a passion for extreme sports. Here's a handy illustrative gif!

After pulling off a couple of fancy loops that are clearly designed for the purposes of showing off, the figure swoops to the ground. She's holding her hood down to cover her face, but that doesn't do anything to hide the fact that she's super tiny. And has a wonderful, beautiful nose. She approaches whoever is recording the footage, holds out a hand and orders them to "give it here" before the video cuts out.

A few seconds later, a text message is apended to the footage.
]

If anyone remembers using anything like this, or killing giants in general, they should speak up.
If the "Vermaxi" ever do start appearing, a list of people who can fight them off effectively would be useful.
drama8om8: (oh no that looks like a weird dick)
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So I believe I recently made an incredibly unfortun8 error in judgement and declared the pink light pulse to be the worst pulse ever. What with the buzzing and the migraine I got l8r and the assumption that I didn't get shit from it. I thought it was a bust! A stupid dumb lamey-lame loser pulse for chumps.
8ut! As of today, certain things have come to light. I am an incredibly m8ture and modest individual and this is me st8ting publically, for the record, that I was ABSOLUTELY WRONG. 8)


Cut for image, not icly here! )
erenplz: (Free samples.)
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who: Mikasa, Sasha, Bakura, Alan, Danny, Ryan, Bertl, and a partridge in a pear tree. I may still have missed someone in which case HIT ME and leap in idk.
when: After school. Monday?
where: Starting at the high school, leading to the towers!
what: Stupid kids decide to follow weird noises. Adults decide to drop their important business and save stupid kids from themselves. Echoes ensue.

I don't even know how to organize this many people for this, so. I am posting subthreads in which 1) Mikasa and Sasha decide to do a thing, 2) others at the high school can butt in at will as they're setting off, 3) THE JOURNEY, including others butting in at will along the way, and 4) WELL THE NOISES SURE ARE STRONGEST AT TUNING TOWERS, NOW WHAT.

TREAT IT LIKE A MINGLE LOG, hit each other up in subthreads, I personally heartily encourage threadjacking into wherever (but if you have something you want to get through sans interruptions, just label it as such so we all know to leave it alone), etc etc. Do what your heart tells you.