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[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.
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.
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Jun. 22nd, 2014 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[ It's hard to tell what's brighter - Octavia's smile or the exceptionally ridiculous dress she's currently wearing. They certainly take away attention from the giant jumble of oversized machinery set up in her basement, anyway.
Her hands are clasped behind her back, as though she's hiding something. HOW MYSTERIOUS. ]
I have maaaaaaaajorly super important and vital news. On a scale of one to eight, this is like. Two eights. Firstly: Alan helped me figure out what my eye lasers do. Turns out they make people super unlucky! Who knew.
[ Alan staggers into the shot looking slightly rumpled, apparently willing to confirm this. Unfortunately for him, he does so by tripping over the mess of machinery and promptly disappearing from view. ]
...He'll be fine. That's my alchemiter and stuff, bee-tee-dubs! And it is hells of awesome. Check it out. I can take two items, like a knife and a gun, and make a...
[ She finally reveals what she's been hiding behind her back: a gun with a knife fused to it. ]
...knifegun! That shoots tiny little knives. See?
[ She shoots the knifegun to demonstrate. The tiny knife-bullet ricochets off the basement wall with a ping and heads straight for the unluckiest sap in the room - Alan. Who now has a teeny little knife embedded in his butt. Screeching from both parties ensues as Octavia slams her laptop shut, ending the video. ]
Her hands are clasped behind her back, as though she's hiding something. HOW MYSTERIOUS. ]
I have maaaaaaaajorly super important and vital news. On a scale of one to eight, this is like. Two eights. Firstly: Alan helped me figure out what my eye lasers do. Turns out they make people super unlucky! Who knew.
[ Alan staggers into the shot looking slightly rumpled, apparently willing to confirm this. Unfortunately for him, he does so by tripping over the mess of machinery and promptly disappearing from view. ]
...He'll be fine. That's my alchemiter and stuff, bee-tee-dubs! And it is hells of awesome. Check it out. I can take two items, like a knife and a gun, and make a...
[ She finally reveals what she's been hiding behind her back: a gun with a knife fused to it. ]
...knifegun! That shoots tiny little knives. See?
[ She shoots the knifegun to demonstrate. The tiny knife-bullet ricochets off the basement wall with a ping and heads straight for the unluckiest sap in the room - Alan. Who now has a teeny little knife embedded in his butt. Screeching from both parties ensues as Octavia slams her laptop shut, ending the video. ]
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Guys! Holy crap, check this out, I was just checking out the subreddit about us, and I found out someone drew me! There are people out there seriously drawing fanart of me! I...I don't know exactly what it is, but check this out:
( OOC cut to not stretch layouts )
This is the greatest thing I've ever seen in my life.
( OOC cut to not stretch layouts )
This is the greatest thing I've ever seen in my life.
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Who: Walter and friends who would like to ride a horse and/or use the property for whatever reason
When: Saturday
Where: Ranch of an ex-numbered ally in Locke
What: HORSE RIDING. And Titan training. And whatever else you can think of
( like a rhinestone cowboy )
When: Saturday
Where: Ranch of an ex-numbered ally in Locke
What: HORSE RIDING. And Titan training. And whatever else you can think of
( like a rhinestone cowboy )
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[The video feed is shaking a little--Jovan is doing his best to hold the phone still, but he is only human. The video is focusing on the live broadcast of Sherman's and Edwards's arrests. As Edwards is shown on-screen to be hauled out in handcuffs, Jovan puts on a falsetto voice--it's soft, but he's close enough to the mic for it to be audible.]
Ohhh, ohh no! They've finally caught me! My own men have turned on me! After--after all I've done for them, enhancing them with corkscrew dicks and enormous elastic poop chutes, spicing up their sex lives...bending the governor right over my desk to give a live demonstration--this is how they thank me?!
Mark my words, as soon as I get out of these bondage cuffs, I'll be coming back! I'm coming back to get my--my alien armpit fuckbuddy AND Sherman's anus with my massive rhino dick...cocked like a semi-automatic in my hand. And then--and then, I'm busting out of everything standing in my way like some Die Hard shit...or my name isn't SIMON FUCKING EDWARDS!
[Then, as the broadcast goes back to showing the news anchor discussing the fiasco, there is some soft, breathy laughter. Then the video ends.]
Ohhh, ohh no! They've finally caught me! My own men have turned on me! After--after all I've done for them, enhancing them with corkscrew dicks and enormous elastic poop chutes, spicing up their sex lives...bending the governor right over my desk to give a live demonstration--this is how they thank me?!
Mark my words, as soon as I get out of these bondage cuffs, I'll be coming back! I'm coming back to get my--my alien armpit fuckbuddy AND Sherman's anus with my massive rhino dick...cocked like a semi-automatic in my hand. And then--and then, I'm busting out of everything standing in my way like some Die Hard shit...or my name isn't SIMON FUCKING EDWARDS!
[Then, as the broadcast goes back to showing the news anchor discussing the fiasco, there is some soft, breathy laughter. Then the video ends.]
03 | video, computer
Apr. 1st, 2014 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Emil is in his bedroom, a small cluttered space. There are band posters on the walls and an unholy chaos of stuff all around. The pile on the right still vaguely resembles a bed but the floor is long gone under all the clothes, sheet music, and what appears to be half of a hardware store.]
First order of business - any idea what this means?
[He takes off the baseball cap he’s wearing to reveal a short, white horn peeking through his blonde hair, sort of like a unicorn]
Got it after the light show. Not sure what’s up with that so I’m open to suggestions. I will also be taking hat advice ‘cause the baseball cap is not tall enough and it’s really uncomfortable. Past me had this - [He holds up a black pointy hat] but as cool as it looks it doesn’t really suit this day and age. [And he doesn’t feel like dressing up like his past self, anyway.]
Second, today one of these teleporting iPods showed up in the living room. Played a shitty song but that’s not the point. Point is that two seconds after it disappeared, I got hit with this Echo.
[He steps out of the picture for a moment to drag something back - a musical instrument, seemingly a perfectly normal ¾ double bass.]
And I mean I literally got hit, it fell right on my head and it fucking hurt.
[Holding the instrument upright, he picks up the bow and pulls it across the strings - hesitantly, as he clearly never tried to play one before. The sound is ridiculously high pitched for its size.]
Listen to that. It’s a violin. I know it’s a violin ‘cause it sounds like one and past-me called himself “the Ultra Big Special Violin player”. I have no idea if you play it like a violin or a double bass and anyway it doesn’t matter ‘cause I don’t know how to play either of those. If you guys know anything about giant magical violins then enlighten me. [He sets the instrument against the wall and sits back.]
Mom saw it, started to freak out about weird things showing up in our home. So I told her and my grandparents everything. Hiding stuff is one thing but I couldn’t lie to their face, you know? [Family. The only people who will never hear Emil’s bullshit.] I've been thinking about that ever since the giant snake thing, anyway, and today was the last push. They took it pretty well, all things considered.
[And by “pretty well” he means that by now they’ve stopped freaking out and no one’s crying anymore. He leans forward to turn off the feed, but stops to add one more thing:]
And yes I’m ignoring the obvious question of WHY THAT FUCK WOULD YOU EVEN BUILD A VIOLIN THIS BIG YOU FUCKING WEIRDO ‘cause it’s easier on my brain.
[Emil out.]
First order of business - any idea what this means?
[He takes off the baseball cap he’s wearing to reveal a short, white horn peeking through his blonde hair, sort of like a unicorn]
Got it after the light show. Not sure what’s up with that so I’m open to suggestions. I will also be taking hat advice ‘cause the baseball cap is not tall enough and it’s really uncomfortable. Past me had this - [He holds up a black pointy hat] but as cool as it looks it doesn’t really suit this day and age. [And he doesn’t feel like dressing up like his past self, anyway.]
Second, today one of these teleporting iPods showed up in the living room. Played a shitty song but that’s not the point. Point is that two seconds after it disappeared, I got hit with this Echo.
[He steps out of the picture for a moment to drag something back - a musical instrument, seemingly a perfectly normal ¾ double bass.]
And I mean I literally got hit, it fell right on my head and it fucking hurt.
[Holding the instrument upright, he picks up the bow and pulls it across the strings - hesitantly, as he clearly never tried to play one before. The sound is ridiculously high pitched for its size.]
Listen to that. It’s a violin. I know it’s a violin ‘cause it sounds like one and past-me called himself “the Ultra Big Special Violin player”. I have no idea if you play it like a violin or a double bass and anyway it doesn’t matter ‘cause I don’t know how to play either of those. If you guys know anything about giant magical violins then enlighten me. [He sets the instrument against the wall and sits back.]
Mom saw it, started to freak out about weird things showing up in our home. So I told her and my grandparents everything. Hiding stuff is one thing but I couldn’t lie to their face, you know? [Family. The only people who will never hear Emil’s bullshit.] I've been thinking about that ever since the giant snake thing, anyway, and today was the last push. They took it pretty well, all things considered.
[And by “pretty well” he means that by now they’ve stopped freaking out and no one’s crying anymore. He leans forward to turn off the feed, but stops to add one more thing:]
And yes I’m ignoring the obvious question of WHY THAT FUCK WOULD YOU EVEN BUILD A VIOLIN THIS BIG YOU FUCKING WEIRDO ‘cause it’s easier on my brain.
[Emil out.]
four | action/voice
Mar. 30th, 2014 07:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[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...
[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...
[OPEN] It's party time!
Mar. 28th, 2014 08:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Who: Alan, Octavia and ALL THE PARTY GUESTS. ALL OF THEM.
When: Today, 8pm onwards
Where: The basement of Casa Del Hunter
What: PARTYIN PARTYIN YEAH
Warnings: Tomfoolery.
( There ain't no party like a naked dickless giant ex-terrorist party )
When: Today, 8pm onwards
Where: The basement of Casa Del Hunter
What: PARTYIN PARTYIN YEAH
Warnings: Tomfoolery.
( There ain't no party like a naked dickless giant ex-terrorist party )
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[ Walter is filming from his bedroom, which wouldn't look out of place in a vacuum cleaner commercial. It's that artificially spotless.
In contrast, the boy in front of the camera is looking... unwell. Pale, worn down, the whole deal. He's obviously having some difficulty coming clean with whatever's on his mind and takes a moment to begin. ]
...hi, everyone, I. Um. I don't think I can...ignore this anymore.
[ He's had his hand on his face for the entire broadcast, muffling his speech, but he finally moves it and reveals... faint but noticeable lines running up his neck and face. They almost look like dirty smudges, but if his reddened cheeks are any indication, he's already tried and failed to scrub them away. Repeatedly. ]
I just... I don't know what it means. I've been getting back these... I don't even know how to describe them without sounding ridiculous, but... [ Deep breath. ] ...pieces of... some dark essence. They come back whenever I remember one of the t-- [ No, he should be honest about this too ] colossi I fought in my past life.
I...
[ A pause as he tries to keep his cool, but his voice falters. ]
What's happening to me?
In contrast, the boy in front of the camera is looking... unwell. Pale, worn down, the whole deal. He's obviously having some difficulty coming clean with whatever's on his mind and takes a moment to begin. ]
...hi, everyone, I. Um. I don't think I can...ignore this anymore.
[ He's had his hand on his face for the entire broadcast, muffling his speech, but he finally moves it and reveals... faint but noticeable lines running up his neck and face. They almost look like dirty smudges, but if his reddened cheeks are any indication, he's already tried and failed to scrub them away. Repeatedly. ]
I just... I don't know what it means. I've been getting back these... I don't even know how to describe them without sounding ridiculous, but... [ Deep breath. ] ...pieces of... some dark essence. They come back whenever I remember one of the t-- [ No, he should be honest about this too ] colossi I fought in my past life.
I...
[ A pause as he tries to keep his cool, but his voice falters. ]
What's happening to me?
handwritten text;
Mar. 11th, 2014 10:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[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.
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.
PLOT: WISE SNAKE'S EMERGENCE
Mar. 1st, 2014 12:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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. ]
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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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.
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.
video; late at night
Feb. 12th, 2014 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[ 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. ]
[ And she slams her laptop shut with a shriek. Busteeeeeeeed. ]
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. ]
[video; phone]
Feb. 7th, 2014 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[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!
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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How does one go the best about forcing an echo?
And, relatedly, is there a way to control what exactly is echoed?
[She knows that she is threading dangerous waters here, but she also needs a very specific thing that she knows her former self possessed.]
[Also, action option: Blaine will be visiting Chloe's farm around noon, poking around the area to find the shorter female. She wears normal, non-descriptive, though not quite her usual clothes (well, the thick brown jacket is normal, but the white pants and knee-high boots are definitely not something that she's been around town in before), and has a fairly large bag over her shoulder. Whoever might be there for whatever reason: Feel free to run into her!]
And, relatedly, is there a way to control what exactly is echoed?
[She knows that she is threading dangerous waters here, but she also needs a very specific thing that she knows her former self possessed.]
[Also, action option: Blaine will be visiting Chloe's farm around noon, poking around the area to find the shorter female. She wears normal, non-descriptive, though not quite her usual clothes (well, the thick brown jacket is normal, but the white pants and knee-high boots are definitely not something that she's been around town in before), and has a fairly large bag over her shoulder. Whoever might be there for whatever reason: Feel free to run into her!]
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[ Scribbled on a piece of paper ]
Alright, Network. We need help. Have any of you guys ever planned a wedding?
[ And yes, the slightly smaller font is Bertl. ]
Wedding Plans!!
- DATES. Spring? Summer?
- Colors?? (Ask Karson??) I don't know about that...
- Flowers?
are these really necessaryYES! they are.- Invitations? Maybe
guagegauge interest??- Venues.
It doesn't have to be a huge thingBut still!
Alright, Network. We need help. Have any of you guys ever planned a wedding?
[ And yes, the slightly smaller font is Bertl. ]
1st ♒ text
Jan. 23rd, 2014 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Needless to say, this is a little strange and he stares at his ipad for a good few moments before deciding to make a post on the network he's apparently just gained access to. Of course, not reading anything like the FAQ or whatever. He hardly has the patience for that. Pshh. Besides, why read that shit when people could inform him themselves? See? Much easier.]
alright so
here i am doin nothin but browsin tumblr at the local starbucks
rebloggin some shit enjoyin my cinnamon dolce cappuccino
when i saw some random ass post that reminded me of these bleedin numbers from for fuck ever ago
not even sure why it did considerin it had literally nothin to do with these fuckin numbers but whatever
so here i am again thinkin id fuck around and see if they DO anythin
low and fuckin behold what the shit is this
some sorta secret network i had no idea about with a one way ticket to it through some arbitrary as fuck numbers that i never was able to forget
im surprised to say the damn least of it
always kinda thought those numbers were utter poppycock at best just some stupid shit i remembered for no apparent reason other than to drive me mad
fancy that i was wrong that dont happen often
whatever enough fuckin babblin who the fuck are you people and what the fuck is this?
alright so
here i am doin nothin but browsin tumblr at the local starbucks
rebloggin some shit enjoyin my cinnamon dolce cappuccino
when i saw some random ass post that reminded me of these bleedin numbers from for fuck ever ago
not even sure why it did considerin it had literally nothin to do with these fuckin numbers but whatever
so here i am again thinkin id fuck around and see if they DO anythin
low and fuckin behold what the shit is this
some sorta secret network i had no idea about with a one way ticket to it through some arbitrary as fuck numbers that i never was able to forget
im surprised to say the damn least of it
always kinda thought those numbers were utter poppycock at best just some stupid shit i remembered for no apparent reason other than to drive me mad
fancy that i was wrong that dont happen often
whatever enough fuckin babblin who the fuck are you people and what the fuck is this?
two | text (w/image)
Jan. 19th, 2014 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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
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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
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[Closed-ish] Swift as the coursing river
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Who: Annabellie and her victims students
What: 3DMG lessons
When: Nowish
Where: The forest just off Chloe's ranch
( With all the force of a great typhoon )
What: 3DMG lessons
When: Nowish
Where: The forest just off Chloe's ranch
( With all the force of a great typhoon )
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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??
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??
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[ 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.
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.
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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?
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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Who: Network folks who are in Locke for Xmas
Where: A community center (let's say it's the same one from the first aid thing)
When: Backdated to December 23
What: Christmas/Holiday Party!
Warnings: Shenanigans? Kissing?
( There's mistletoe inside, you know you want some. )
Where: A community center (let's say it's the same one from the first aid thing)
When: Backdated to December 23
What: Christmas/Holiday Party!
Warnings: Shenanigans? Kissing?
( There's mistletoe inside, you know you want some. )
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So check this thing out.
[Sam holds a goblet made out of a skull up.]
I found it in the cupboard this morning next to the other cups. I think it's made out of an actual goddamn skull. It's the perfect prop for if you wanted to sit on a black throne while drinking wine and pronouncing doom to foolish heroes who dared to challenge your power.
[He actually takes a drink from it. It's full of coke right now.]
Anyways, just kind of thinking out loud. I've had some situations where I met people who I THOUGHT might be in the network, but wasn't sure, and I wasn't sure how to bring it up without sounding suspicious as hell. This network is getting too big to recognize everyone. Do we have some kind of code phrase for identifying each other?
If we don't, I suggest "I like your shoelaces." The response if you are from the Network is "Thanks, I stole them from the president." If you're not from the network, the response is just "Thanks...?" followed by a weird look.
[Sam holds a goblet made out of a skull up.]
I found it in the cupboard this morning next to the other cups. I think it's made out of an actual goddamn skull. It's the perfect prop for if you wanted to sit on a black throne while drinking wine and pronouncing doom to foolish heroes who dared to challenge your power.
[He actually takes a drink from it. It's full of coke right now.]
Anyways, just kind of thinking out loud. I've had some situations where I met people who I THOUGHT might be in the network, but wasn't sure, and I wasn't sure how to bring it up without sounding suspicious as hell. This network is getting too big to recognize everyone. Do we have some kind of code phrase for identifying each other?
If we don't, I suggest "I like your shoelaces." The response if you are from the Network is "Thanks, I stole them from the president." If you're not from the network, the response is just "Thanks...?" followed by a weird look.
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So, um. I--[sigh] I don't think there's a good way to say this. Uhh. I...kind of got part of my arm eaten?
[He cringes as he pulls up his left arm into the video for demonstration. The forearm is all bandaged up, thankfully, but it looks unnaturally slim, a little caved in, and misshapen. It looks a bit better than it actually is, though, due to the added bulk of the bandages, which are actually starting to visibly stain bright green a little.]
It wasn't a monster or anything that did it, though, which is part of why I'm bringing it up. It, uh...It was Shiro, actually. He just kinda...jumped me and bit into my arm and ripped part of it off. So I guess this is mostly just a warning to be careful--I don't know if he might do it again to anyone else but uh. Just in case.
[he drops the arm out of camera view and looks down. He scratches the back of his neck with his uninjured arm before looking back up at the camera again.]
Also...I guess I'm dead now. So. There's that too.
[He cringes as he pulls up his left arm into the video for demonstration. The forearm is all bandaged up, thankfully, but it looks unnaturally slim, a little caved in, and misshapen. It looks a bit better than it actually is, though, due to the added bulk of the bandages, which are actually starting to visibly stain bright green a little.]
It wasn't a monster or anything that did it, though, which is part of why I'm bringing it up. It, uh...It was Shiro, actually. He just kinda...jumped me and bit into my arm and ripped part of it off. So I guess this is mostly just a warning to be careful--I don't know if he might do it again to anyone else but uh. Just in case.
[he drops the arm out of camera view and looks down. He scratches the back of his neck with his uninjured arm before looking back up at the camera again.]
Also...I guess I'm dead now. So. There's that too.
Adventure 22 | [Video]
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GUYS! GUYS!
MY GRANNY JUST SHOWED UP IN TOWN TODAY! JUST SHOWED RIGHT UP OUT OF NOWHERE!
[Arthur is not sure how to deal with this.He's torn between excited and REALLY ALARMED.]
I mean, I love my granny, but she can't stay here! It's too DANGEROUS! And now she's trying to get ME to leave to go back home with her BECAUSE it's dangerous! And she doesn't even know the HALF of it!
[WHAT DOES HE DO]
It's already gotten kind of hard explaining my OUTRAGEOUS physique to her, but I think we're going to be okay! She thinks I've really been working out!
MY GRANNY JUST SHOWED UP IN TOWN TODAY! JUST SHOWED RIGHT UP OUT OF NOWHERE!
[Arthur is not sure how to deal with this.He's torn between excited and REALLY ALARMED.]
I mean, I love my granny, but she can't stay here! It's too DANGEROUS! And now she's trying to get ME to leave to go back home with her BECAUSE it's dangerous! And she doesn't even know the HALF of it!
[WHAT DOES HE DO]
It's already gotten kind of hard explaining my OUTRAGEOUS physique to her, but I think we're going to be okay! She thinks I've really been working out!
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Hey, nerds. Me and Alan did a thing!
[ There's a distinctly sing-song lilt to that smug little voice. Octavia is looking incredibly overconfident and egotistical tonight, even by her own high standards. She's standing in one of the Dead District's alleyways, her hair is being whipped into even more of a tangle than usual by the wind, and she's displaying a dazzlingly douchey grin.
She's also waving around a gun.
A very powerful and dubiously-legal gun, for those who might know about such things.
Oh dear. ]
Or teeeeeeeechnically we did a few things, I guess? Haha! Check it out - we got spares!
[ She briefly points her phone camera at a small pile of guns on the ground - again, they're all top-of-the-range weapons that absolutely shouldn't be anywhere near someone like Octavia. When the view returns to her face, she looks less cocky and more absolutely fucking delighted. ]
Those Blood Key guys? Surprisingly difficult to mind control. But I did it! Because I am amazing. And Alan is pretty super great at chasing them off with their own guns after they've been headfucked into dropping them. Do we make the best vigilante crime-fighting duo or what?
[ Alan chooses this moment to poke his head into view of the video. His eyebrows, as always, are magnificent. ]
BEFORE ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING WE ARE BEING CAREFUL ABOUT THIS AND NOT GETTING IN ANY ACTUAL TROUBLE.
[ Then he retreats again, leaving Tavia to end the video feed. ]
[ There's a distinctly sing-song lilt to that smug little voice. Octavia is looking incredibly overconfident and egotistical tonight, even by her own high standards. She's standing in one of the Dead District's alleyways, her hair is being whipped into even more of a tangle than usual by the wind, and she's displaying a dazzlingly douchey grin.
She's also waving around a gun.
A very powerful and dubiously-legal gun, for those who might know about such things.
Oh dear. ]
Or teeeeeeeechnically we did a few things, I guess? Haha! Check it out - we got spares!
[ She briefly points her phone camera at a small pile of guns on the ground - again, they're all top-of-the-range weapons that absolutely shouldn't be anywhere near someone like Octavia. When the view returns to her face, she looks less cocky and more absolutely fucking delighted. ]
Those Blood Key guys? Surprisingly difficult to mind control. But I did it! Because I am amazing. And Alan is pretty super great at chasing them off with their own guns after they've been headfucked into dropping them. Do we make the best vigilante crime-fighting duo or what?
[ Alan chooses this moment to poke his head into view of the video. His eyebrows, as always, are magnificent. ]
BEFORE ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING WE ARE BEING CAREFUL ABOUT THIS AND NOT GETTING IN ANY ACTUAL TROUBLE.
[ Then he retreats again, leaving Tavia to end the video feed. ]
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Who: the naked, dickless giant club
What: Attack on Echo Party
Where: Bertholdt's (and Ryan's) Apartment
When: Sunday, December 8 (evening, but not too late... because kids, y'know?)
Warnings: Spoilers for Attack on Titan all over.
( Please feel free to start your own threads because dad says be free, children. )
What: Attack on Echo Party
Where: Bertholdt's (and Ryan's) Apartment
When: Sunday, December 8 (evening, but not too late... because kids, y'know?)
Warnings: Spoilers for Attack on Titan all over.
( Please feel free to start your own threads because dad says be free, children. )
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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.
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.
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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?
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?
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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.
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.
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[When the video feed opens, the first thing to note about Alan's appearance is that he is covered in glitter. The second is that he's dressed to clean. The third is that he looks very, very worried.]
Does anyone here know how to get fairy dust off things? Octavia was practicing her flying and...
[He moves aside to show that the glitter is not just on him, the room he's in is also full of it. As he does, he turns his back on the camera, revealing a sparkly handprint on his butt.]
I need to get rid of this before my mom comes back, but it's taking forever. This stuff really sticks to everything. And I never realised how much dust there is everywhere, I'm never gonna get the place clean enough...
Does anyone here know how to get fairy dust off things? Octavia was practicing her flying and...
[He moves aside to show that the glitter is not just on him, the room he's in is also full of it. As he does, he turns his back on the camera, revealing a sparkly handprint on his butt.]
I need to get rid of this before my mom comes back, but it's taking forever. This stuff really sticks to everything. And I never realised how much dust there is everywhere, I'm never gonna get the place clean enough...
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[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--
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--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!’?]
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--
--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!’?]
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So I found this in my room this morning... [Kaworu, whose left arm is in a cast, holds up a choker with his good hand. It's black, metal, and has a red section in the front and center.] It's not the first time I've gained an item in such a manner, but I wasn't there for the event on Halloween night everyone else seems to be getting something from. So, I'm a little confused about what I got this for, but also because...
[He frowns and twirls the collar around on his index finger.] What is this? It looks like a collar, but it won't open so I can't put it on, and I don't know what it could possibly be for. Has anyone seen a collar like this before? I don't really know what to do with it.
[He frowns and twirls the collar around on his index finger.] What is this? It looks like a collar, but it won't open so I can't put it on, and I don't know what it could possibly be for. Has anyone seen a collar like this before? I don't really know what to do with it.