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Who: Calling all cops + special FBI guest star
When: 3/19, evening
Where: Private room at a karaoke bar
What: Figuring out what to do and what to say to the FBI

( and then do some drunk singing )

triggerhappytraitor

[[The video flips on to a slightly confused face, that blinks once, then gives a smile.]]

Hello, Mother, can you hear me? I think it's connected now. Can you see me?

[[a slight pause]] ...this was working last week... That update didn't break it again, did it? [[a soft sigh]] Hello, Mother? Call if you can hear me, I can't see or hear you.

hungryhunter

important survey

1. r u a robot?
☐ y
☐ n

2. if y, what kind of robot?

3. if ur a robot do u ever get like shut down or something
☐ y
☐ n

4. plz elaborate if u answered y 2 #3, or just explain ur robot sleeping habits or lack of them in general I guess. idk.

5. if u r not a robot what r u and do ur echoes affect ur sleep

6. whats ur favorite restaurant(so theres a q on here 4 every1 ok dont want any1 2 b left out)

plz and thank u this is 4 science

ps heres a checked up box thing ☑

grannyfucker

[This post opens up with a photo of some rumpled bedsheets on a bed, with a splotch of some sort of cream substance seeping into the center of it. The sheets, as well as the walls and furniture around the bed, look very similar to the ones shown in a previous post belonging to a particular Mrs. Hunter.]

Happy Valentine's Day, you wankers!

(I mean that in a literal sense, not trying to sound ~sophisticated and British~. I assume most of you are jerking off at the speed of sound over there.)

Just remember to share the love today. And don't forget, don't use protection, to let her know you really love her! After all, herpes is Latin for "he cares"!

So go out there, and show her YOU CARE!

Or, if you don't have a girl of your own to dance the mattress jig with, you can use one of these!

[This is a photo of a fleshlight. Taped on the handle of it is a piece of paper with the words "ALAN'S MOM" written on it.]

Custom molded to match real life vag! It's almost like you're having REAL SEX, without having to worry about actually pleasing anyone! For those of you who are just too pathetic to do anything else.

I'm willing to give this one to the first taker, network exclusive offer! Because I care about all of you and the rotting unspunked jizz curdling into cottage cheese in your wilted little cocks.

(And for the ladies, you should go here, this'll provide you with the full modified cop rhino cock experience!)

pokebonnet

[Somehow a chain email has been forwarded to the network. The culprit? Easy to identify. It's none other than Mrs Ivy "Granny" Curry.]

( SUCH CHAIN, SO EMAIL, WOWE. )

[Happy Valentines Day, Network.]

chernobolt

[Kara's staring seriously into the camera when it clicks on, hair pulled up into a messy bun and arms spread business-like across her desk. on her left is an impressive stack of children's valentines (you know the kind, the ones with cartoon characters you buy in boxes for the class party) and on her right is an equally impressive bag of fun size chocolate.]

Greetings, fellow clubmates! I am sorry to be taking up your attention like this, but considering the date I am afraid that it cannot be avoided.

[the way she's speaking makes it seem like this is a life or death scenario, but then she keeps going and...]

In only a few days' time the Day of Valentines will be upon us! We do not celebrate such a holiday at home, but I have done the research on it and know very well that not receiving an affectionate greeting card can cause irreparable damage to one's soul and ruin lives!

[that's how it seemed in the many, many movies she watched that touched on the subject, at least]

I do not wish for my dear Numbered friends to suffer such a tragic fate! There were a great deal of charming cards and sweets on sale which I have taken the liberty of purchasing, and I implore you to allow me to write you at least one of them!

We may arrange for a drop-off point if you are leery of having your identity revealed, but please do not let pride keep you from accepting it! There is only so much time in which I can make these deliveries. I promise that my penmanship is excellent and any good tidings I write will stave off the horrible life-crushing feelings!

idealofhope

Well, I just lost 10 Gs.

How's your Sunday going?

reapsthewind

[Chris is standing in her bedroom in Elian's house, near the back of the room, arms folded, leaning up against the wall]

I'm not here to join the chorus of "killing people is wrong! Killing Blood Keys is wrong!" because one, it'd be hypocritical of me, and two, it's not going to sway the opinion of the people doing it.

Instead, I'm going to take issue with your reasoning, your arguments, with the way you've gone about it, and the people you're targeting.

First, to those of you arguing that it's totally fine to kill Blood Keys because they're cyborgs? Fuck you. And if you dare say "Well, Chris, you're different! You still have emotions and compassion!" fuck you twice. Last I checked most of the Blood Keys still actually had those things, they're just also desperate stupid bastards. You say "well, it's okay because they're not human!" How many of us aren't human? What about the one guy who turned into a giant bug, or our zombie friend? Is it ok to kill them because oh, they're not human anymore? Fuck you. If you're going to kill Blood Keys, stop fucking moralizing that what you did was right because they weren't human. If you're going to have a reason, have it be that they're on the Enemy's side and working for them. Nothing more, nothing less.

[Despite the swearing, despite the impassioned nature of her speech, she actually sounds oddly calm. She's not shouting, at least, though her voice has taken on this exceptionally reedy, nasal edge. Well, more than usual.]

Speaking of that? Killing Blood Keys is about the most useless stupid shit you can pull right now. And trust me, I get it. A lot of us who have been here since day one? We're tired of just reacting to things. There's those of us--myself included--who would rather go on the offensive instead of just sitting here defending ourselves against the next batch of bullshit they come up with. But the Blood Keys? They're not the disease, they're a symptom. If they're being financed by the Enemy which THEY TOTALLY FUCKING ARE, then if you kill them, the Enemy will just pull up more stupid low-life poor slobs, offer them a way out, and send them as cannon fodder against us. You'll never be able to get rid of them that way, you have to attack the problem at its source. Furthermore--and I know this from experience--attacking them will just rile them up and give them a perfectly good reason to attack us.

I know, because I DID that. I murdered two of the bastards and what did I get for it? A horrible Echo and it led to the clinic being attacked. It was my fault. I fucked that up. If you go out wantonly murdering them, we'll have more incidents like that one. Learn from my stupid, horrible, godawful dumb mistakes.

If you want to make a real difference? Figure out who's behind the Blood Keys, and murder that guy. Then destroy the infrastructure they're using to keep the Keys organized, destroy the supply lines they're using to get the cybernetics to those kids, destroy the propaganda they're using to get to them. That'll solve the problem way faster than just running around like the Punisher.

atethecanary

[Julian has had a bad week. First he was mugged, ever since then he started to feel weird, and it's hard enough trying to take notes without having a string of numbers in your head. When he ends up doodling them in his tablet note app during class and the network pops up, Julian figures it's a virus and decides it's the worst week ever.

It's only after pounding on his tablet a bunch, turning it on and off over and over, and then writing the numbers again and trying to show it to his butler who only gives him a weird look, that Julian figures maybe it isn't a virus. He finally resorts to typing in the stupid thing, because he doesn't know what else to do.]

what is this? is this some sort of update?

[Julian doubts it, but he's running out of logical explanations.]

i don't like it. whoever thought of it needs to be fired. someone tell me how to get rid of it.

stillshrill

I've had friends go over this computer, I've even taken it in to be looked at, and no one can find any trojans, viruses, software that doesn't belong. Fine. I can accept that for now, I've got unexplained access to some especially sludgy stratum of the undernet. I'm a big boy, I can keep myself well clear of bitcoinery.

What I won't put up with is this stuff about animals being kept for experiments in a farmhouse. ( a call for action, with nsfw swear words oh my )

stagnantair

Who: Gavin and You
What: Blood Key hunting, Echoes.
When: Early January, around 11PM
Warnings: Guns, Blood Key murdering, possible injuries, possible demonic transformations + attempted cannibalism.

[For once, Gavin isn't posting from his webcam while he plays video games or rambling on about Echoes and science like a big nerd. He's in a corner store near his house, eating what looks like cheap gas station rotisserie pizza and talking to the cashier. He's been out of the house a lot more lately, Octavia and Alan may have noticed. He's been busy scouting the area and keeping a sociable public image like he used to have, walking to work and talking to people and acting normal. He's also been paying close attention to the news, surveillance by his apartment, and going to a shady firing range that won't ask about illegal weapons. He may or may not have taken Alan and Octavia along to learn as well. By now he knows how the Blood Keys move around his neighborhood, and knows where a small gang of them will be tonight. Finishing his pizza and saying goodbye to his friend, he packs the water he's bought in his duffle bag and heads out. When he's on a lone street corner, he takes out his phone, punches in his Network code, and holds it up selfie style to take a video.]

Hey, everyone. I have an AR-15, rounds, and nest of Blood Keys. I'll be on 5th for the next twenty minutes before moving on. Message me if you're coming.

[He looks a little different than before. His skin is paler, his hair is the same neon green as his eyes when they flash and his eyes themselves look a little... orange? No, they had to be a little blood shot, that was all.]

sassymaru

[Wow this is much better texting than Yuji usually uses. Clearly something must be wrong.]

To all those who know him, Nick appears to have lost his memory of the network. Which means if you know him in person... just. Brace for the worst, I suppose. More vacant stares than usual. I just thought you should know. If you know him.[Now if you'll excuse him, he has to go feel sorry for himself somewhere.]

stopinthenameofawe

[Melissa knows that how she went about her post was a mistake. An understandable one, maybe, but a mistake all the same. She still doesn't particularly care for this network, nor does she trust half the people on it, but she had enough intelligible conversations and found enough people on here that actually does like and respect that she's willing to give it a chance.

Hopefully they won't blow it.

This video post is very tactical- she considered anonymous text, but it wouldn't lend her any credibility. She's chosen not to wear her police uniform as well, instead appearing in a tank top ('accidentally' showing off a little bit of cleavage- not enough to look terribly obvious but hey, whatever helps) and a simple pair of jeans. Overall, a pretty nonthreatening look. But, well. Looks can be deceiving. Not that she's going to let that be obvious right now.]

...Hey. So, I guess this is my official apology for flipping out on you all as a whole. My name's Melissa Lyre, and I'm a sargent with the Locke City police. I've been working with Sherman for the past several months, and got a Pulse or Echo or whatever we're calling them right as I woke up from my modifications. That doesn't necessarily excuse what I posted in my introduction, but I thought you deserved some context. [That's about all the information you're getting on her, however.]

Most of you are probably aware at this point, but the information the police have been given as to why they should be on the look out for... 'Numbers' people is both inaccurate and leaving out some pretty crucial points. I believe Karl's clued everyone in on about as much information as we're given, so I can't really add more there.

I'm well aware that several of you probably still aren't going to trust me, and I am by no means going to try and force you. [see also: her not trusting you.] I would, however, like to share two thoughts with you.

Firstly, I would suggest a few people possibly step up who are relatively good at explaining everything, and can keep up a relatively level-heaed conversation should something like this happen again. Especially if they're less willing to listen. [Because her first impression of you all was a bunch of dumbass, power-tripping teenagers. This is probably not the impression you want.]

And secondly, one thing Karl failed to inform you of...

[Here, her rather businesslike expression shifts into something resembling a slight smirk.]

His hair is now the fluffiest thing ever. Swear to god. If you get the chance, mess with it a bit. It's kind of soothing, and it pisses him off a bit.

[And with that final note, Melissa will give a two finger salute, sign off, and brace herself for what she's sure is still going to be a pretty bad backlash. She had a hard place to recover from, after all.]

earnedmystripes

[So Kotetsu's never actually attempted physically talking into something that lacks a microphone as a possible network usage, but he's presently lacking in better options. He's not sure he can actually touch anything without breaking it right now, and would really like to avoid needing a new phone when it likely won't be possible to go out and get one for awhile. So at the risk of looking like a complete lunatic if this doesn't work, he...tries to talk at the ground where he's managed to scratch in the numbers with a piece of broken metal that was lying around the nearby dumpster. Aside from a few minor scratches and bruises, he's more or less alright, so the most notable feature of the video is perhaps that he is glowing bright blue. It's a bit sporadic, flickering on and off at unpredictable intervals, in one of which the metal makes an odd sort of crunch before falling out of his hand, bent in half.]

...So, uh.

I kinda ran into a couple Keys earlier. I'm alright, but now I need someone to come pick me up, because I can't really be seen like this. Lyall, you--had that werewolf-proof room thing in your house, right? I hate to ask, but...could I borrow it? I don't remember feeling a pulse, but all of a sudden I'm freakishly strong. [Because his echo from the farmhouse just kicked in, whoops. `_`a]

Karl, could you--cover for me? Say, I dunno, that I got sick and can't finish off my shift, or something. You ordered me to go home, maybe.

[A pause. He glances over to the two unconscious people in the alley with him.]

If--a medical or healery person could come down here too, that'd be great. This one guy was getting mugged when I showed up, he's hurt.

[A slight beat of hesitation. This next point is something he knows people might have an objection to.]

And um, I kinda. I think I broke a couple of this one Key's ribs by accident, so.

[....]

I know they're thugs and with ThunderCorp and all, but I can't just--leave him here to suffer. They're still people.

[private to Skyler, later on; text via backyard dirt]

can we talk

flamberge

[Hello Network! Guess who's face pops up after like a month of being MIA? Yup, it's good old Mr Locke, now wearing spiffy new glasses. Behind him, a bit of his fancypants living room can be seen. He stares at the screen momentarily, clearly hesitating, before finally opening his mouth. Boy does he have a lot to say.]

As of Monday this week, my memories of the Network and everything associated with it returned. Nearly a month of unawareness has made me realize how necessary it is to divulge certain information. Not only do you all deserve to hear it, but certain details may prevent unnecessary problems on the chance my memory fails again in the future.

( tl;dr i am cop, cops are bad, i'm now part bird and sorry. )

loveyoubaby

Who: Max Kawasaki, Nick Burkhardt
When: wait no mid-january some time. Evening maybe.
Where: Dead District
What: Max is a big dumb asshole and decided cruising around the Dead District looking for trouble is a good idea. Nick is not a big dumb asshole and thus is unamused.

( and then stuff happened )

grannyfucker

[The network number that brought you such hits as Impersonating Simon Edwards is back, broadcasting a video this time. The video shows a kitchen--one that a few characters, if they've been there, may recognize as being the kitchen of one Alan Hunter's home.

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

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

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

[All responses will be in a similar format--text written on notecards in the foreground with various scenes of Alan's house in the background.]

sassymaru

Perhaps this question has already been answered... but. Humor me, if you will, my numbered friends.

Are there those among us who have had memories... that are similar? Or even the same? Say, perhaps, you recall the same person. Or two of you remember someone very similar -- a man with specific facial features, for example.

How... do you know if it's the same memory? Or if it's just a very close coincidence?

[He pauses. The sound of a long, heavy sigh is heard. This next question isn't easy to ask.]

And...

Are... there others... who recall being, to put it bluntly, robotic?

loveyoubaby

Haha! Wow, this shit actually works!? So if this network thing is real, then this business about the police working with aliens must be true too, right.

[He may or may not actually believe that. Well whoever the hell this is, they've got a bit of a drunken slur going on. Just a bit though, he's still speaking pretty clearly. In fact he actually pauses here to take a drink, clearly unconcerned with first impressions. What, it's New Year's Eve, don't judge.]

Unbelievable. And here I was thinking the guys with Highway Patrol were bad. I picked a hell of a time to transfer, huh? Well whatever, down to business, I guess. My name is none of your business, and I don't wanna be your friend. I already get the basic gist of what's going on here, but I wanna confirm something. I skimmed over something about the Blood Keys bein' cyborgs or something? Someone tell me about that. Excruciating detail is most welcome.

[Anyone from the police station is free to recognize his voice as belonging to "that noisy Max asshole that wears sunglasses indoors like a total dudebro" or something along those lines]

stopinthenameofawe

[Melissa isn’t going into this post blind. She’s read the recent posts, found herself the FAQ, and figured out just how much these network people think they know. And she is not happy about it.]

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

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

[ooc: Replies will be slow until tomorrow, but have fun!]

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