savetheearth | Entries tagged with bbc's merlin: merlin

Excuse me -- excuse me.

[It opens with voice for once, hasty and dry, but with actual words bringing the connection in.]

I'm sorry -- I don't...

[Starts over. Coughs. A moan solidifies into an "uhmmm". Tapers off and presses out through Anthony's nose.

Takes a breath to stall, gets the message together, and... speaks up again. Actually steadily - halting but articulate.]

...This is Anthony. Janvier, and I -- just -- thought I would say, um. In case, that -- I've been hallucinating, since -- fall. I think. And it -- uhh. ...Something happened last week - 'mmh not sure what's - happening. ...Exactly, but I.

[And that's where the organization of his train of thought ends.]

In case it -- might be interesting -- to someone.

[He'll put the fact that he's legitimately scared at where this might be going out of his head as far as possible in favor of what he's just said - it might be interesting to someone! There was that suggestion before that it could be due to his brain deteriorating, on one hand, and on the other, there'd been the boy who'd brought up "monsters" going insane, and the psychologist a while before, had touched on the idea of "treating" what had sounded to be that sort of thing.]

bravelyspoken

[ Emery has sort of been... hiding a little since Wise snake. The hiding might be related to the fact that he was throwing snakes around with TK and although he didn't give anyone his name or anything (or really stick around for too long, and he tried to hide) he's decently paranoid about the FBI turning up on his doorstep.

Still. He squints at his webcam as he turns it on, adjusting it slightly with intense concentration before blinking and sitting back to smile brightly. ]

Right! I know everyone is... busy and everything, with... aliens and, err, investigations.

[ Distinctly uncomfortable here. He scratches the back of his head. ]

And, if, you know -- anyone needs any help or something please just say. I'm not rolling in money but I have a sofa and I'm a half decent cook. It isn't our fault, what's happening to us, and nobody should suffer for it.

[ He frowns in concern, fidgeting for a moment, then forces a brighter smile. ]

Anyway! Aside from all that, I have a really important question.

[ He turns -- and obviously he's in a computer chair because it spins around and wheels back. There's a faint mewing sound, then Emery is hauling a enormous Maine Coon into his lap. It flicks an ear unhappily, and he just scritches it and cradles it like a baby. ]

If you had to name this cat, what would you call it? Oh -- it's a boy, by the way.

arrowpoint

[It's text today for Liam, since there's something he doesn't want the network to see.]

Okay I realize aliens are historic and important, and I should probably be more excited right now, but what the fuck is happening to my ears? They're growing or something.

[Growing points, but whatever, let's not advertise that.]

I think I screwed up somewhere. They were sore so I put on a chili pepper extract that I use for my calve muscles after hikes, and now they're just burning like all hell. What can I do to get this stuff off them? Bread?

youngestone

[So it rained today. Killian happened to be out during the rain, heading home from the bus stop, and he found something.

That something is a two month old Maine Coon kitten. She's on Killian's laptop and pawing at the screen during most of this post and he just keeps picking her up and moving her off]

So would you believe there's no decent video of "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead" on YouTube? I was going to post one to celebrate Sherman's arrest. Oh well, either way.

[The kitten, bored of poking at the laptop, is now trying to climb on Killian. Again, he just keeps picking her up and putting her to the side]

And I picked up a stray cat today. I've already talked to my uncle so I'm keeping her, I know the basics of cat care so no one jump my ass for it, we've got a vet and I'm pretty sure I can afford cat food and stuff, but...anyone have any tips to keep her from attacking every little thing? And can anyone tell me what breed she is? I'm going to the vet tomorrow but I dunno if she'll be able to tell me or anything.

keywarding

[It's Holly again! This time without questions! Behind her is a living room, a brunette boy is running around behind her and there is definitely smoke in the house.

No fire alarm yet though.]

So! I found out how to use the card! It just-

[From behind her Skyler's voice can be heard. "Aaaw - I - Holly, could you tell it to stop wandering around. I was just through here a second ago." Her head turns to look for the card, the fiery form of a boy appears behind her as she looks away from it.]

I'm not really sure it listens to me? Ah! Um! Please don't go near the couch Firey, please?

[The view of her video goes to the couch more, the fiery figure floating above the couch with a mischievous look on it's face.

Skyler's voice comes again, this time closer. "... It's not listening. Yo, buddy, seriously? I will stick you in a car wash and pay for the longest cycle, I swear to god." The card hovers before heaving a sigh and quickly there's a bit of a flash of light before it reverts back to it's card form and floats across the room over to Holly who sighs in relief.]

Thank gosh. Oh oh, the curtains, Skyler! [It seems they reignited just before the card switched forms, maybe one last trolling before giving up?]

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. ]

bravelyspoken

You know, I've never been a part of a secret society before. Never really been in the cool club at all, to be honest. Bit weird finally making the grade!

The question is, if we're all as fancy and special as everything here implies, do we get special code names and everything? You know, like proper superheroes would? Apparently there's no hazard pay involved, so some sort of perk would be great.

I draw the line at costumes. Not sure I'd look good in spandex.

italktofish

Hey, guys! Granny needed me to post a video for everyone who couldn't come to the party, so here it is!

[What follows next is a video of Eri's birthday spanking as administered by none other than Granny Curry.]

You should have been there! It was an OUTRAGEOUS party!

abidan

[ Emery's looking much better than he did the last time he tried a video message. His eyes are bright and healthy and he seems to have regained most of his bounce, and that's after helping Aeron deal with the fallout of the Sage attack. He'll say it's to do with the summer sun — he's been rolling around in vitamin D — but in truth it's more to do with having finally learned how to master his gift. ]

Look, the weather's gorgeous today— [ He turns his netbook to get a shot of the view from his bedroom window: there's a burst of bright white lens flare that soon focuses itself properly, showing a blue, cloudless sky and a few birds wheeling around in arcs. Emery's quite excited about it all, so much so that his accent seems thicker, running into Welsh; ] So I'm thinking about taking my stuff to the park.

[ Ah right. The "stuff". The whole reason behind this message. ]

That's what I wanted to ask you about, actually. My café always gets involved with the PatchWorld Festival, which is in a couple of weeks, and this time I'm thinking about doing a sort of ... sister stall? By myself. [ Have a private smile, wry around the edges. ] I thought it might be a nice distraction.

[ Horror is good for his creativity, okay. ]

But I need to know what'll sell! Should I be knitting colourful tea cozies or ... I don't know, making fancy clay tea-light holders? I could paint them, too.

[ Emery smiles, then sets his laptop down on his bed before crouching to rummage around under the bed. The last thing you'll see before the feed cuts is the messy mop of his hair; ]

Let me know what you think?

edhwierfan

Who: Aeron and anyone who wanted to recover in his flat!
What: The trap has been sprung and now a good number of them are in need of medical attention
Where: Aeron's flat
When: After the sage meeting goes wrong

( Trouble goes where I do. )

abidan

Who: Aeron and Emery and YOU GUYS! Mingle with one another!
Where: Aeron ~~and Em's~~ flat. (Click for layout)
What: Emery using Aeron's suggestion of a weapons inventory discussion as a thinly veiled excuse for a party.
When: Friday evening from 6pm.

( When you close your eyes does it almost feel like nothing's changed at all? )

abidan

[ It’s been few weeks since Emery’s shown his face on the network, partially because of the swift approach of his end-of-year project deadline, but mostly because he's been preoccupied with moving out of his flat. That's right, folks: due to unforeseen circumstances involving missed rent Emery is now living in Aeron's spare room.

This video, however, is being transmitted from Aeron's lounge. The balcony door is open and he's balancing a mug of tea between his knees; if he seems a little less lively than usual it's because he's completely knackered, what with his job, his "magic", his university work, and the hassle of moving house. He adjusts the sun-and-moon blanket wrapped around his shoulders before running a hand through messy hair: ]

Right! Hello. It's been awhile since I spoke to a lot of you. [ Have a slightly sheepish smile. ] Sorry. Being an artist is more of an effort than it looks?

[ Clearly he's just teasing at his own expense. He perks up after a moment, though; ]

Oh, I moved house. I'm with Aeron now, so ... I should probably learn how to cook properly. [ He lowers his voice to a whisper. ] Don't let him fool you — he's just as useless as me.

[ At this point, a hand reaches across the screen, calmly plucks the cup of tea from Emery’s grip, then shoves Emery out of the frame.]

Says the man who’s more likely to burn water than boil it. [Aeron settles down on the sofa.] I’m sure you don’t want to hear Ayliff here prattling on about his life, so I’ll change the topic to something actually important. [You’re welcome.]

It looks like some of you have been encountering new ... creatures. Whatever you’d like to call them. If more and more of these things are going to be showing up, we’re going to have to find some way of protecting ourselves. Doesn’t it seem too convenient, all of this happening so soon after someone tried to negotiate with us on that forum?

Anyway, if most of you are still reluctant to meet in person, we should at least discuss the possibility of creating an inventory of weapons. We’re going to need some if we come across anything as dangerous as the werewolves you described la—

[ Hold that thought, though, because Emery promptly appears out of no-where and plops himself down heavily on Aeron's lap, effectively cutting him off mid-sentence and blocking him from the feed. ]

Of course, what he means to say is that he'd like to invite you over on, say, Friday night? It'll probably be easier that way. And, since I don't agree with his stupid idea of getting weapons for everyone, I'll be around to serve the tea, if nothing else.

[ Have a calm smile. ]

Sound good?

[And Emery probably won’t be hearing any of your replies just yet because he’s rather unceremoniously shoved off of Aeron’s lap.]

What the hell, Ayliff? You can’t just go around inviting people to my flat—

—but you're not very good at—

[The two of them continue bickering even as Aeron reaches over and ends the video by closing the laptop.]

orumad

shrimp
flaked coconut
jalapenos
ground cumin
oil oil oil

[ There's a few dots, like she's been tapping the marker against the page. ]

So yesterday, I had this stupid string of numbers stuck in my head. I don't do math, so what the fuck, right? And they just kept repeating and repeating and they just would NOT shut up. I put them into my phone, and I find this.

I've kinda been watching.

[ There's more dots, and a horribly drawn little flower. ]

Still not entirely convinced this isn't some fucked-up delusional shit. But if I'm delusional, I guess that makes all of you crazy too.

Does everything on this page show up?

abidan

Who: Emery and THE SUNRISE. Bloody hippy.
Where: The park.
When: Six thirty in the AM, Wednesday 22nd. Horrible. Just horrible.
What: An early morning walk. In pyjamas. With tea.

( There's more inside of me than skin and bones. )

mightymegatron

Does anyone know where I can buy a good set of cosmetic contact lenses?

jests

( handwritten: ) [ newspaper. ]

[ a series of dots. blue ink. intermittent (tapping). then: troutfarm (capitals, small, neat; all one word and written vertically.) it's followed by a distinct lack of nothing for several moments (besides a faint ring appearing in what would be a corner of the paper), before: brightonandhove (one word, a few centimetres up and across from the first.) unlike 'troutfarm', however, this one is written horizontally; apoth is written and subsequently — and almost immediately — abandoned. ]

( text: ) [ tablet, approximately an hour later. ]

I thought for a moment that perhaps I ought to have gone to Specsavers.

Although, it does beg the question of just what else has been missed, doesn't it? At least from a personal perspective and outside of werewolves, apparently. That said:

Unlike 1 across, show dislike of dreadful monologues about acting as a bridge? _(3,4,4,8,2)
Luke Lawrensen, by the way. I'm hoping to avoid dreadful monologues despite the ease and temptation that this network provides. I realise, too, that anonymity is the preference of the internet and associated means of communication, but I'd rather admit as to who I am now and save embarrassing myself later. [ that's not the truth, but w h a t e v e r. dwi. ] And if I'm not mistaken, I do know some of you — more than I imagine I realise, but that part's not really important, is it?

hollowleg

OK so I've never seen a network like this before. Ever. It's weird. It's not a forum, it's not really like Facebook or anything. I googled the stupid numbers on my phone that have been in my head for the past week and this is the crap I got? I tried to read through some of it, but all I'm seeing is stuff about weird memories and stuff like that and what the fuck ever are you all insane?

[he sighs and there's a pause on his end. Then;]

Alright... My name is Shiro Nakamura. And I am more confused now than I ever have been in my life. Can someone give me the Cliffnotes version? Pretty please?

Look. I'll even make it worth your while to explain this crap to me. Everyone likes fresh cookies, right? You will get a huge box of cookies from me, with love and chocolate chips.

handcuff

Animals have far more sensitivity to their surroundings than humans do, they can sense changes in the environment that we can't. Canaries in coal mines. domesticated pets warning their owners of natural disasters to come. Survival of the fittest. "Natural selection conceived of as a struggle for life in which only those organisms best adapted to existing conditions are able to survive and reproduce." ... the point being that when things start going wrong, we're usually the last ones to notice.

... by the way, I heard that there were a lot of freak animal attacks last month. [ that, and he volunteers at an animal shelter. ] I can pretty much guess that's not unrelated to whatever all of this is about. [ although, to be sure, the details are still rather hazy for him. he can only make inferences and guesses at this point, though his are more or less in the right direction, at the very least.

and now for something completely different: ]

there's an animal following me around when I'm not in public places. a bird. I don't really know why ...

[ he won't directly come out and ask for it, but this is his way of soliciting advice on what to do about it. ]

11ady

Who:

abidan | Potter,

edhwierfan | Malfoy,

northless | Weasley,

11ady | Granger ~~aka Emery, Aeron, Robb and Elle~~
What: Randomly meeting in line for free cupcakes. Don't judge the broke kids.
When: Some late afternoon idek
Where: Pomme de Terre aka "That's French for potato but it literally means 'earth apple' and hipsters like that"
Warnings: Twentysomethings trying to act normal and failing.

( ❝ it's miserable and magical ❞ )

twopercent

[Jack's voice is a little rougher than usual in his brief message to the Network in general:]

Heh heh. Dead District's cleared out again for the time being. No problem.

abidan

"Newton was not the first of an age of reason. He was the last of the magicians".

[ The words appear in a sloppy, cursive line: Emery is writing his network address on a page in the back of his ratty old notebook. Forgive him, he's in the library and this is a spur of the moment thing. ]

J.M.Keynes said that in 1947. Anyone who's studied a bit of history knows that we had alchemists, sorcerers and magicians before we had today's science — before "reason" got all popular.

[ A pause. A few dots appear as Emery taps the nib of his pen against the paper, contemplative. ]

All this. Do you think it still counts as reasonable?

[ He certainly doesn't think so. Werewolves? Ghosts? Why not a little magic too? Emery's always been of the opinion that there's more to the world than meets the eye, but. Now. Now that he can move things without touching them; halt the fall of water in mid-air ...

Not that he's going to be telling anyone about that just yet, of course. ]

I suppose I just want to ask. Do you— [ And this time he pauses because of uncertainty on his own part. Emery needs answers that books can't give him. Not these books, anyway. ] —think magic could be real?

( another taste of heavenly rush; and i believe. )

edhwierfan

[Surprise! This time Aeron isn't using his journal or phone, and you can see what he looks like this time. Normally he'd at least try for a wry or polite look on his face, but instead his expression is tense, and his voice tight with unease.]

I have to ask. Has anyone else felt like they're being watched or followed? I could have sworn...

[Aeron shakes his head.]

Anyway, I used the webcam this time because... [He hesitates.] I was wondering if any of you would want to hold a general meeting for the network users. I hardly know what any of you look like, and it's rather inconvenient for us to tiptoe around the subject until we're certain when we meet. [He was already thinking about this before, but his run in with a certain doctor at the gallery has only emphasized this problem in his mind.]

I know some of you have been meeting in smaller groups, but...perhaps knowing who's involved in this whole thing will come in handy later. As I said to someone else before, we have a better chance of surviving the attacks being thrown our way if we're all on the same page.

[And now he clears his throat.] You know what I look like now. You can reply through the system or find me at the Sky Apple Cafe near the university if you'd rather talk in person.

theearth

( a guilty conscience needs to confess; a work of art is a confession. )

11ady

[Office buildings with hundreds of lit windows gape down at the streets, shaming starlight into further dimness as the heavens hide behind clouds. The moon's nowhere to be found, leaving the sidewalks bathed in nothing but milky pale florescence glimmering off the raindrops granting a sheen to the asphalt. Elle might have considered it pretty if she had an umbrella or a raincoat. Right now, she's shivering through a curtain of water, hugging herself as she walks slow. Her high-heeled shoes don't exactly allow for speed unless she's keen on breaking her neck.

I come to visit you and you rain on me.

She has half a mind to pitch the rosary in her pocket into a nearby canal. Right now, the rain's soaked through her clothes enough to make the damned thing visible as a lump at the side of her skirt. When she'd chosen a white blouse earlier in the evening, she was aiming to look pure. Now that water had made it near transparent, her intended purpose was utterly defeated. Nothing seemed to be going right.

Perhaps it's penance. For wrongs committed. For wrongs about to be committed.

Finding a roofed bus stop, she rushes toward it and almost trips before settling on the bench. Crossing her arms over her chest, she does her best to keep her teeth from chattering. Her long brown hair's a tousled mess flowing over her shoulders, letting loose the scent of citrus leave-on conditioner. Through the must of rain, she can smell her particular aromatic note hanging in the air, slowly being drowned out.

Are the buses still running? Should I wait? Should I try to hitchhike?]

[ooc: open action post on a sunday night! i'll do my best to make it adaptable to multiple respondents. if there's a cab, she probably won't take it if she thinks you need it more besides she has no money etc. etc.]

edhwierfan

Who: Aeron and Emery
What: Getting our facts straight
Where: The Sky Apple Cafe
When: day after Aeron's first post

( and I am right beside you )

secondcomingof

[ Much unlike Casval's previous posts on the network, this one is comparatively short. It reads as follows: ]

What does it mean, to be inhuman? If someone were to accept such a burden upon themselves, would you consider them a monster? To be no one, rather than a part of that so-called "everyone"... is it something we should spurn, or something we should support, in the name of the greater good? And just what is the greater good, anyway? What is your concept of society's ideal, and the world as a whole? What separates the inhuman from the human, and why do we separate them in the first place?

...ah, sorry. I suppose I got a bit carried away there.

Well, at any rate, be as frank as you'd prefer. I look forward to your answers.

destinedforrock

[A rippling image shows on the network. Someone has connected on the surface of water. The connector's voice comes across clearly - it's a lilting voice like a young woman's - but if you try and try to make out what the image is, you'll find it most recognizable as the face of a white horse, leaning into the water, head slightly turned to get a good look with those wide-set eyes - mouth moving with the words.]

Hello?

I think I'm still not quite clear on a few things... What was all of that about "were-wolves" in the so-called Dead District of town? ...What a name.

I do hope that problem has been contained! It has, hasn't it? I'm a bit - confined - where I live, you see, and if there is any reason that I should have to keep watch for any... wild beasts, stalking around my master's home, well, I'd certainly like to know -- especially what with there being two foals living here!

[There's a scratching sound, the horse pawing at the ground before it turns its head to look into the water out of the corner of its other eye.]

...This is how this works, isn't it? Tell me, tell me that someone can hear me. Any part of it!

Anyone!

seriallylucky

[Looks like someone's trying to review for finals. After several seconds, he writes:]

What?

searchforpeace

[After days and days of being shut in her room both prior to and following the snake statue incident, Audrey is finally done reading back through the network. Classes have naturally taken a chunk of that time, what with finals and the like, but her social life? Pretty much non-existent for a week or so.

What comes over the network now is video from her webcam. It shows Audrey sitting back in her desk chair with a heavy sigh and sitting down a pen with a distinctive clink to the side of her laptop. It appears to be afternoon dipping into dusk, the light spilling across the background of her room coming through window blind slats. Evidently her desk is set up against a window. To the left side of the screen is rows of black bookcases and to the right one can make out the barest edge of the foot end of a bed.

Her eyes, for the second, look off to the side of her laptop where she laid that pen. Her arms cross under her chest - she's dressed down to a plain shirt at the moment. There's a distinct frown settled on the young woman's lips, her brows furrowed. It's clear she's thinking on something, something to do with whatever is to the side of her laptop right then.

Finally, she speaks. At least she knows the webcam is on.]

There are a few things I'm not quite clear on, even after reading back through the network.

[Her brow furrows more there.]

And I don't think it's anything anyone can answer for me right now.

[She seems agitated and uncomfortable. She shifts in her seat, her expression darkens.]

In the rules of a debate, all parties must know the issue they are debating about. A debate can't even begin if that one issue isn't clear. Neither party can move forward, neither party can make arguments or reasonings without knowing what the issue being argued for or against is.

This isn't about police, the Thunder Corporation, snake statues or monsters or anything like that. We're lacking two very basic concepts in order to reach a fair conclusion and in order to have hopes of argument and logical reason.

Who and Why.

After seeing the statue and after the hunts, I can't believe this is simply the work of the police or the Thunder Corporation. So that means there must be another who, doesn't it? Perhaps several of them.

And why. We're all remembering things and feelings things that seem to make no sense so one might conclude it's all simply to awaken those things somehow. If that were the case though, this whole process would be more friendly than hostile, wouldn't it?

[That all said, Audrey is apparently done eyeing a stern hole into the side of her desk and with a big sigh uncrosses her arms and slowly melts into her seat.]

I've thought about all of this way too much.

edhwierfan

[Suddenly, whatever the reincarnates are using to access the network will have a few dates, appointment times, and notes being scrawled onto its surface.

"4/29 - Send finished presentation to Ayliff, 4/30 - meeting with board members" for example. Then one of the notes cuts off halfway through ("Speak with Profe") and there's nothing more for a while.

About an hour after the message first appears, Aeron finally adds onto it again. The handwriting is neat, just as it was previously, but now there's a certain slant to the words that convey a sense of irritation and impatience.]

Now that I've seemingly broadcasted my week's schedule to the whole of the city as well as established that this is not, in fact, a figment of my imagination brought about by countless hours of studying, would anyone care to explain? I assume, by the other entries on here, that people other than myself have found their new personal organizers mysteriously capable of receiving and transmitting messages.

Let's have it then. How many of you are there?

And while you're at it, I'd appreciate it if you all erased my schedule from your journals. It goes without saying why.

cursemarked

~~Hello~~

~~Greetings~~

I'm afraid I don't know how to start this. Is someone there?

This is very silly.

[It cuts off and there's a lull before a video comes up. Rei sits on her couch, looking into a handheld mirror, expression skeptical. After a moment of contemplation she takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, and gives a tired sort of smile.]

...Sorry. This is all a bit strange. I've been reading back on the network and learning all I can, and I know it's not supposed to be wise to show one's face or learn too much about each other... But if we're in the same situation, I'd be more comfortable knowing who I could trust in the real world too, not just on-- [Well it's not really online, she supposes] On this network.

Supposedly, when someone experiences this... thing they get the numbers in their heads, right? Mine happened not too long ago. Nothing much changed, really, but the rain... [Rei pauses.] I used to love the rain and now all of a sudden I dread it.

[Another pause.] It sounds silly. Maybe I've just cracked from all the pressure. [She forces a laugh and the tired smile is back]

I don't know what I can do, but I'll do my best. Just tell me what's needed. Thank you, and I apologize for taking up time. I'm... not sure who else to turn to [Except Keisuke, really] or what to really do. I know quite a few things have happened that I was too late to join in on, so I'm sorry. [She's only just now gotten the nerve to put the numbers down and try to make a post in the first place.

Rei pauses a moment, not sure if there's something else she needs to say before she wipes the numbers off the mirror and ends the video feed.]

abidan

[ The video feed flickers into life on a little wobble. This time Emery appears to be in a shabby room surrounded by artfully arranged clutter: a two easels stand in the background and there's a pottery wheel by the window, and the walls are mostly decorated with photographs, scraps of vintage paper and half-hour paintings.

The places is brightened with ornamentation—beads, candles, even a vase of lacy field flowers—and it's clear that this is meant to be a space of colourful inspiration. In fact, it could probably almost pass for a studio were it not for the heap of his bed in the background: no frame, just a mattress and a nest of blankets in the corner.

... Surrounded by used mugs, of course, but that's neither here nor there. ]

I think it's been a fairly horrible week for most people. And I think it'll be a while before things go back to normal ... if they go back to normal at all. So, I thought it might be nice if I offered— [ Emery leans out of the shot for a moment before reappearing with a handful of paintbrushes; ] —to help people take their minds off it? Just for a little while.

[ He smiles, absentmindedly fiddling with the cuff of his cardigan. ]

It might actually do some good. I've lot loads of olds of old paper that needs using up, so.

[ Have an easy shrug. ]

You can consider it a favour. Give it a think?

shiromadoushi

WHO: Bakura and whomever's on campus
WHAT: Bakura's chilling out, enjoying the sun and doodling instead of doing his homework
WHEN: 4/25, afternoon
WHERE: LockU quad

( Witty cut text here? )

secondcomingof

WHO: Emery and Casval
WHAT: Drowning one's sorrows, again, in a so-called "success".
WHERE: Some random bar.
WHEN: A few days after the mission; probably around Tuesday or Wednesday.

( Because one good drink deserves another. And another. And another. )

abidan

[ It's concern that guides the nib of his pen to the top line of a fresh page. It's a fountain pen, one of his favourites, and a flower of ink is unfurling beneath the tip, but something stills his hand from moving any further.

Emery hasn't written in this journal in months. To be honest he's had no real desire to do so—not since he lost touch with the girl who gave it to him—but he doesn't feel like showing his face, and an electronic message seems too impersonal.

He's not good at watching people do potentially dangerous things without saying anything; not during times like these. He might not know everyone heading out tonight personally, but ... ]

You'll be careful, won't you?

[ For a few moments there's nothing more. Then; ]

All of you, I mean. And if there's anything I can do to help

[ —But that line peters out right there. All of a sudden he feels a bit guilty: surely if there was anything he could do he'd be heading out with them? ]

... Anything. Just send me a message. Oh—this is Emery, by the way.

[ Since he neglected to introduce himself in his last post. ]

Stay safe tonight.

elfstoned

Strider again.

I'd like to remind all of you going into the Dead District this Sunday that this is a scouting party, not a lynch mob. We should try to capture one of these "werewolves" -- alive. We still don't know if they're animals, people, or something else, and we won't get any answers from it if it's dead.

Even if they're not sentient, we have no proof that they have killed anyone, and I've only treated three bites. Hardly cause to go in guns blazing.

I am willing to lead you through the Dead District -- I know it well, even in the dark -- but do not let yourselves be whipped up into a frenzy and do something you'll regret.

masterofbling

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elfstoned

Strider here.

There's trouble in the Dead District -- more than usual. Those who live there are leaving. I can't be sure how much truth there is to this, but they are --

-- they tell me they're afraid of werewolves. I don't recommend believing every rumor we hear simply because some things previously believed to be impossible have happened, but a man came to the clinic today with a bite that he claimed was from a werewolf.

What do the rest of you think of this?

deathcough

I guess I didn't take anyone too seriously last time, but things are pretty bad, aren't they?

Some weird shit's been happening to me too. I don't even know what to do. I found a couple sites though that made me feel better. Thought I'd pass them along in case anyone else could use them. They're good if you feel like you're going to panic and stuff like that so. Here you go.

The Quiet Place.
The Nicest Place on the Internet
Bring Victory.

Hope these help you guys!

professorwolf

Good morning, Mr. Lyall here.

[He's given up on code names, hiding his name, or otherwise pretending he's not him. He's already given his name out to too many people, and it's just too difficult to keep track of things.]

Has anyone else had a visit from a charming gentleman by the name of Detective Jason Sherman? If he shows up, I'd be wary, just as a heads up. He smells off the way some of the other police officers smell off and he asked questions about Paul.

Also, has anyone been keeping an eye on that statue in the dead district? I've been trying, but I only have so much free time, and I'd rather not be too obvious about it. I know someone mentioned the possibilities of cameras? Or we could set up some kind of schedule. It's the only place we can reliably watch without risking arrest, so I think we probably should.

And finally, on a less serious topic... has anyone lost a ferret? Or knows someone who has?

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