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[ The post starts in voice, then becomes text. ]

Typing this out so it's easier... Here we go.

Hey everyone, it's Ryan from the fire department. I know things are a little tense with everything going on, but if you ask me then there's no better time to start making preparations and working together, right?

Anyway, that's what this is. I've talked to my captain and he agreed to lend us the community center to put on some first aid and search and rescue training sessions for everybody. Depending on how many people we get, this could be a monthly or bi-weekly thing, too. It's up to you guys.

The sign-up sheet is going up outside the firehouse (it's open to the public) but seeing as how I started it with the Numbers Club in mind, feel free to leave me a note or something with your name (or whatever you want to be identified as, go crazy) here if you're interested. If you have any ideas or would like to help with preparation at all, let me know.

There's gonna be sandwiches and snacks for our first meeting, so feel free to bring your friends.

toobig

handwritten text; [12:09AM]

It's safe to say that almost everyone knows about the water being tainted, right? Well... it's also effecting showers and I think someone said it happened to them while they were brushing their teeth? I, uh. ...Well, you're not meant to laugh that hard in the shower. It was... pretty painful. Anyway, I thought I might as well let everyone know.

[Bertholdt also experienced his second Echo during his shower, a frightening sensation of being very very very tall, skyscraper tall. He might tell you about it, and more, if needled enough.]

ursoreckless

[he's been posting on the network mostly in video so he wasn't going to start to change it. the bright blondness of his hair was fading to more natural reddish-blond, the mass of curls trimmed to a more manageable mess but despite the make over, he looks tired, withdrawn and a little sad.]

What kind of messed up life would have a couple guys using live ammo on each other and laugh about it?

[his accent has gotten thicker and rougher. there's still some care to make sure he's understandable, though far less attempts at refined pronunciation.]

Almost acting like a bunch of kids, running around shooting toy guns but the blood and guns're real and I know I was bleeding all over.

We both were.

[a sighs and he shuffles around a little, the phone moving with him. it seems he was laying on that big comfy white couch of his.]

Anybody else getting weird fighting dreams too? [because it might help to hear other people having similar dreams.]

struckout

[ There's a first time for everything.

In this case, that ever-paranoid woman who's been hanging around but staunchly avoidant of actually showing what she looks like or giving a name? Well, here she is. For once.

Problem is, she looks, well, exhausted- circles under her pale eyes, most of her unnaturally-colored hair hastily tied back, clothing consisting of shorts, a tank top, and despite the heat, both gloves and a partially-zipped, light red jacket. The uneven cadence of her breathing suggests she probably failed at staying away from the water supply (again), and it's only now wearing off. Needless to say, she also seems... unhappy.

The source of her current network connection appears to be a hotel bathroom, and judging from the dry-erase marker in one hand, she's been experimenting with the mirror's network access. In the middle of attempting to get stuff from earlier dates to appear, at first it almost seems like she doesn't realize she can be seen at all. At least until: ]

My house caught on fire. My phone's dead. Computer's probably dead, too. No time to take it to a shop.

[ An obvious sense of agitation radiates off of her as she caps her pen, frowning and voice tense as she speaks. ]

At first I thought... well, you know. But then after the fire department got everything under control, it started again. Turns out... these things are responsible.

[ She reaches into the sink, pulling out something that initially looks just like a mildly-damaged disposable lighter. At second glance, however, the thing has legs, and struggles weakly against the grip of her fingers, clicking in protest. She stares at it herself a moment, but then takes a deep breath. ]

... If they're trying to target us, they're doing a lousy job. This, the water, all of it. It's too... random.

immortalize

If I ever have to go near a large body of water, it'd be too soon.

Or diving. Diving is scary. In fact, when you really think about it, going too deep into anything makes everything darker and suffocating and whoever screwed with the water is evil.

And yeah, I know there were warning posts. I'm just checking things now. Haven't been able to process things coherently enough for the past. Uh.

I dunno. I lost track since somewhere in yesterday.

wirsinddiejager

[The first thing to appear is a series of sketches of what seems to be a squirrel with a human nose; Alan wrote down the numbers while doodling. There's a long pause as he notices something strange is going on and glances over the network. More sketches appear as he tries to take in all this new information, but eventually he decides to go ahead and actually write something.]

ok so Ive been trying to figure this thing out. like I have no idea how this shit works when Im not even online? or ON A COMPUTER??? what the fuck is that even. but I guess if jackets can appear out of nowhere its not that much of a leap to weird random number network things.

but anyway the point is that I saw some stuff about defending the earth? is that for real? because if so then fuck yes I am in.

also. whether or not this is for real or some crazyass arg? this network thing is seriously lacking some artwork. there needs to be a badass banner or something at least. I wouldnt mind whipping something up for you guys. no bragging or anything but Im a pretty good artist.

earnedmystripes

[Usually, Kotetsu connects to the network through his phone, so it may be unusual to see his message today written by hand. The writing is legible...but the letters appear raggedly, as if his hand was shaking violently while attempting to write.]

its all here. just like before

but i never left town i thought

[There's a growing blot of ink at the edge of that t from where he's pressing his pen down too hard.]

youre not supposed to forget if you don't

fuck why is this ha

[And it just. Abruptly ends there.]

ex_elude798

I’m looking for a cat.

That is, my cat. He’s…well. [He thinks about this for several moments, before continuing] He’s black and sort of lanky, and he’s got a white spot on the back of his neck. I don’t know when he got out, but with the stormy weather lately, I don’t think he should be out on the streets.

[His discomfort with the situation is obvious, but he just can’t seem to find his cat on his own]

If you see him around, I’d appreciate it if you’d let me know.

…Right, his name’s Elyan.

iaijutsu

Given that some of the changes that have been taking place are less obvious than others, a couple of us were discussing ways of testing the limits of our reflexes - preferably without needing anyone else in close proximity.

[Remember that time Hajime got jumpy and nearly took Toshi's arm off on the werewolf hunt? Yeah. Good times.]

I'm still checking customer reviews and pricing, but we're looking at skeet shooters. If anyone else suspects their agility may have been boosted into superhuman range and wants to test it, let me know. (If you want to chip in to whatever a workable shooter is going to cost us, even better.)

Overall, however: I suspect most of us have had the sense to at least begin considering the limits of what we're capable of. [Or at least, he really wants to think everyone does.] But I believe it's something that we need to think seriously about. Our casualty count has been remarkably low so far, compared to how things could have gone, but luck is not something we should rely on in the future.

immortalize

Who: Regina and Morgan
What: After having experienced some eye opening Echoes, Regina calls up Morgan to talk about them.
When: 7/11, late afternoon
Where: In Regina's home

( and together we can stand up to the beast )

forsakenwood

[ she's used the marker from her dry erase board to write her numbers on the surface of a very large mirror, leaning against the wall of her bedroom, right across the foot of her bed. a few wayward clothes hang on one of the mirror's edges. it's evening, and the only source of light comes from a lamp on the bedstand, casting a warm glow on the room.

sonya herself is sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, cross-legged, in an oversized sleeping shirt. her long, brown hair has been tamed in a braid dangling over her shoulder. there's an open notepad and a pen resting beside her. the 'video' begins as soon as she finishes writing the last number, so it shows her leaning back, then laying her arm on her thigh. ]

Good evening. New addition, so on and so forth. I've read the guide.

As there are several four-legged friends among us, I'd like to introduce myself. Dr. Wood of Locke City Veterinary Clinic. Perhaps I've met some of you already?

[ those who have and remember the sound of her voice may find it odd. there's an accent to it, a certain roughness, that has never been there before. ]

earnedmystripes

[It's been bothering Kotetsu for awhile--the fear and horror and distress of the others on the network since the mine incident. The confusion and the frustration in others not sure who or what they're turning into. Kotetsu thinks he's lucky, in that regard. He's yet to have many memories of this "former life", or alternate self, or whatever it is. There's been little that's really turned his life upside down since first finding out about Paul Ben and the conspiracy the police are involved in.

Kotetsu is still frightened himself, still unsure of what it all means or why them or what to do, but he feels he needs to do something.

When the video comes on, it's late in the evening, and Kotetsu is wearing a simple sleeveless white shirt rather than his usual button-down shirt + vest combo or his police uniform. If you look carefully, you can just catch a glimpse of the stitches in his side. He looks serious, too, no trace of his usual goofy grin or animated flailing.

It takes him a little bit to get going, though--a couple false starts, a bit of fumbling over words, but he pushes on despite it. He's never been the most eloquent, but what's been on his mind is important enough to make the effort.]

... I know things've been--rough, lately. What with the mine and all the...stuff we've been dealing with. The "other us" stuff.

[He sighs, rubbing at his neck tiredly.]

Listen, I--whatever happens, whatever...changes or memories or whatever we get, we're still in this together. We're still us, and maybe we are just some random people with nothing really in common who got dragged into this mess for no reason, but. This is--it's our lives, our home, as crappy as it can be sometimes, and like hell we're gonna let a bunch of alien bastards take it from us, right?

[There's a bit of a pause, and then a couple numbers flash across the screen. The first is his network number.]

The second one's my personal cell. If anyone needs me for anything and I'm not around on the network...[A tiny, self-deprecating laugh] I'm not good for much besides putting cuffs on crooks and shooting shit, but I'll do what I can. Even if you just need someone to talk to, or...someone to drive you to someone you need to talk to.

Don't worry about if I'm busy or sleeping or whatever. Just...know you're not alone, I guess.

shiromadoushi

Last week of school! Arcade's open 'til midnight! Who wants to celebrate?! Pizza's on me!

[[OoC: Feel free to mingle it up in the action threads, guys!]]

acequeen

[As someone who's been flipping through the network's entries and responding to a few of them throughout her stay, Regina can only suspect that there is something else beneath the surface, anything that explains all the strange occurrences at Locke City — a sinister expectation. It's either that, or she's too cautious for her own good, but the unknown is getting to her much more than she'd like to admit.

Which is why she turns on the feed, setting it to voice only, and begins to speak. This college-aged woman expects answers.]

Talk about an action-packed place. I sure missed a lot when I'm not suddenly remembering a huge stream of numbers. Now that's already pretty weird as it is.

[The wry, semi-amused tone is crystal clear, complete with a gruff feminine voice to go with it.]

Oh, and before anyone brings it up, I've already read the newcomer's guide and the basic network safety protocol. In fact, I've been skimming through some of the archives as much as I could when I'm not busy preparing for the MCATs, so I get the gist of what's going on more or less. Not sure who created the guide but whoever they are, they get my thanks.

[She'd flash a thumbs-up sign but this is an audio feed, so a brief sound of genuine gratitude will suffice before fading away.]

Now, I'm not even going to bother commenting on all the weird crap that I've heard and seen, like a talking horse, some mentions of furry monsters, and a guy with long nails, so I'll just cut straight to the chase.

[A faint snort commences for a moment, then Regina pauses as she takes on a curious tone afterwards, actually attempting to sound cordial. Guess who's making an impromptu survey?]

To anyone who can hear this message, can I ask you what it's like? Knowing about the network and hearing about these strange on-goings, I mean. How do you feel about this? Do you feel angry? Upset? Lost? Out of focus? Not sure if I should add happy to the list, but hell, there might be some crazies responding, so who knows?

As for myself— [A faint hum.] I feel like I should know everything I can, just because I'm so confused! Pretty crazy, huh? [There's a soft chuckle out of her lips.] Yeah, yeah, I know. But honestly, I'm interested in hearing what you guys have to say.

comparative_insanity

[So here's Fay looking somewhat sheepish in front of his computer, not quite sure how to share what he has in mind. Because just about everything sounds ridiculous.]

Sooo... Since some other people've been showing off their weird new talents and bodies and the like, I might as well... share, I guess. [He looks up at someone off-camera and winces.] You can... do it. Just be careful.

[For a moment, nothing happens. Then Fay's washed-out blue irises suddenly blossom into a vivid yellow, his pupils narrow into slits, and he lifts his hands with a curse as his nails elongate into razor-sharp claws the length of his hand.]

So apart from the total nail-disaster and the weird eye thing, I think I might be faster than I was before. Maybe. And whatever did this to me kind of hurt like a bitch.

Oh, and- [He grimaces, looking off-camera with a shudder.] I drink blood. For real. So I guess I can't say anything about being called a vampire anymore, though I must be the weirdest durn vampire to draw breath - which I ain't even sure vampires are supposed to do.

[He appears to focus, and after a few false starts manages to get his eyes back to normal. His nails, however, don't seem to have gotten the memo. He groans and holds them out and away from his body, like a man would who has already made the mistake of cutting himself on them.]

Oh, and the girl that posted here not long ago? Jennifer? She's my little sister. So if you make any trouble for her... well, I guess you just got to stack up on wooden stakes, alright? [Once more he looks off-camera.] Youou, could you... the video-

[Clearly he's not going to be experimenting with button-pushing with those nails. But a moment later Youou's arm appears in view - and an attentive watcher might notice a half-healed shallow cut on it - and the feed is cut short.]

immortalize

Who: Morgan and whoever wishes to join her little escapade!
What: Only mildly aware of what's been going on in the city, Morgan decides to try and relax in a park until cat things happen. Yes. Cat.
Where: A park and around the local library
When: Wednesday early afternoon
Warnings: hat damage might be a thing

( cats are mean )

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