savetheearth | Entries tagged with code geass: lelouch vi britannia

WHO: Brendan Blake and Casval Mass(ive douche)
WHAT: Someone doesn't know how to use guns and need a hands on demonstration. There might also be chess.
WHERE: Casval's illustrious abode
WHEN: Wednesday evening (5/29)

( This is a terrible idea. )

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 )

searchforpeace

[It's near three or four in the morning when this one comes in on the network. It's not elaborate.]

I believe it saw me but I'm not sure. Whatever it was, when I tried to get close to it... it made some noise. A chirp maybe? I didn't attempt to fight it; I wasn't armed in any way at the time.

[The video isn't until sometime in the afternoon the next day. The girl in the video is neatly dressed and put together. There's soft hints of sleeplessness around the eyes but she doesn't seem too bothered by it. Not right now at least.]

I'm sure several of you were privvy to the 'negotiations' thread. Forgive me, I haven't gone over the network as I had previously. I've... been avoiding it, to be honest.

[A vague bit of guilt rises on her features. She hated this number, hated this network, hated what it was doing to her life.
... But she didn't hate the people on here. They weren't asking for any of this any more than she was. They all deserved better.

She just jumps straight in after a moment of conflict.]

These entities, whatever they are, believe we are a mass of individuals unconnected. If this is what they are expecting then, uniting together might be some brief surprise to them.

[Her expression turns serious, guilt easing away. For the briefest of moments, she's almost regal in her air.]

I would like to organize a 'collective', if you will, among those among the numbered - those on this network. Through it we will be able to share information with one another as well as offering support in both physical and emotional senses.

I am not looking to play leader. I am not looking to craft troops. What I wish for is a collective gathering of people cooperating with each other and working for each other to stand against this invasion and to ultimately save each other as well.

[She pauses there and the feeling of a moment before evaporates like a mist. She smiles faintly and nods.]

I will be planning a gathering then for anyone who expresses interest at a currently undisclosed time in the future. Please contact me over the network, private messages or through my phone [here she gives her cellphone number without hesitation - she's tired of hiding].

Thank you.

unfearing

[ She's just come in on a flight from the opposite coast, so she's a bit worn out for her usual video posts. As such for now she's simply writing something up for the network. It seems that the act of writing in of itself is helping her sort her thoughts, for which she's immeasurably grateful. There's just been so much going on. ]

This is Elizabeth Bishop.

My friends and allies, you may have noticed a marked absence from me over the course of the past week. I finished my exams and as customary for me after every quarter, went to spend a week with my father at home. Upon doing this, I have discovered something troubling.

When I arrived at home and for the entirety of the week I spent there, I remembered nothing of the things that have happened here. Not once did I think about the network or my access code to it. I spared no time recalling the werewolves or the statues, and at no point did I think about the relationships I've forged with people through this crisis.

In fact, I distinctly remember my father asking me what happened to my hair. We Skype once a week, and I'd told him that I decided to dye it pink. But I didn't have any idea what he was talking about. I told him not to be silly, and he told me he would never understand today's teenagers.

My hair was blonde again that entire week.

In many ways, I do not even think I was myself.

In fact, it was not until my plane touched down again at the airport here that I felt that there was something markedly amiss about how I'd spent my last week.

I do not know what to make of this, but I implore anyone intending to travel outside the city to do so with great caution. We are helpless without the knowledge we've gained. Those who do not realize they are in danger are the most at risk. I do not know the exact radius of how far it is safe to go due to the distance that I traveled, but it is not something that should be recklessly tested.

Please be careful.

The sheer amount of what we do not know far outweighs that which we do.

Casval, Jack; You will both call me and tell me what has happened in my absence or I will find you. And you will be honest with me, or I will find you. Am I understood? Good.

Brendan, I'd like to discuss matters with you if you have the time. Did your exams go well? Have you been eating? No, don't answer that. I'll call your sister.

Banagher, if you have a moment free today or tomorrow, please also give me a call. Thank you.

If anyone at all has any questions or concerns, please feel absolutely free to bring them to me. I will do my best to help.

Thank you for your time.

shiromadoushi

Who: Bakura & Brendan
Where: Trendy Pizza Joint East
When: Monday Evening
What: A hopefully civil chat in contrast with the pissy name calling the previous night.

( Because time honored cliches must be honored~ )

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?

kingside

Is there any chance that we might negotiate for another week of relative peace before our enemies resume their efforts to eradicate us? Yes, I recognize that the chances are slim to nonexistent, but my capacity for higher reasoning seems to have vanished over the past few days.

On a more relevant note, I was toying with the idea of creating a survey that might give us a clearer picture of our numbers, age range, and so on— largely superficial data, in other words, that would not help to identify us individually but would help us to better organize ourselves. I have my doubts about whether a comprehensive database would be the best idea, but this seems a logical compromise. If I were to do this, would you be willing to participate? Suggestions for what to include would also be appreciated.

Lastly, we seem to be gaining newcomers daily. Many of you have already had this link handy to assist them, but I urge those of you who haven't to correct this. This lull in activity is likely the calm before the storm. We need to be prepared.

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.

twopercent

[Thankfully, Jack's not in the same state he was last time he connected to the network. No, this time, he's all business, message prefaced by his own Network number in text.]

If there's two or three of you out there who can handle yourself in a dangerous situation, something's come up. Drop me a private line.

( [And private message to Casval Mass...] )

kingside

WHO: Brendan Blake (Lelouch vi Britannia) and Jack (awkward crotchgrab magnet)
WHAT: Manly bonding and product placement.
WHERE: Elizabeth's apartment
WHEN: Forward-dated to Tuesday????? Screw you, time, you're not the boss of us!

( So about that thing where I said I wouldn't be doing closed action all the time... )

theearth

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

kingside

Who: Elizabeth Victoria Bishop and Brendan Lionel Blake
What: In which there is terrible awkwardness and potential miscommunication ~~but hopefully none leading to genocide~~.
Where: A boulangerie. Locke City has one because I say so.
When: Excuse you, peasants, it's m'aidez. Also, afternoonish.

( Pardon my French. )

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.

spideyfanone

Um, so, yeah. I just spent forever looking back at this epic... network... thing, and I'm really confused and I kinda figured it was, like, a LARP or something at first, but that would make too much sense, right? And it's not that much weirder than a string of numbers I can't get out of my brain or a stupid kiddie lunchbox I found in the attic and now feel like it's my security blanket or something. So, like, tl;dr, this is a real thing, right, and I'm not crazy for going through the old stuff on here and NOT doing my homework? Cus much as I don't actually wanna read about a bunch of old timey English girls getting invited to dances, it's starting to look like that might be a way less lethal way to spend the night.

kingside

Has anyone actually learned enough from their new memories, physical changes, and so on to piece together something significant? I don't mean within the greater context of what the hell's going on, I mean on an individual level. Further, are there ways to hasten the process of recovering(?) information besides touching suspicious statues?

Finally, does anyone recognize anyone else on here from their new memories? How common is it?

kingside

WHO: Brendan & Kallie
WHERE: Dead District, near the statue
WHEN: April 19, afternoon

( I swear he'll do something other than closed action stuff eventually. )

reapsthewind

Okay, first, the serious stuff: that snake statue in the Dead District. It has to go. It's bad news. I have some plans and ideas, though if any of you are hackers (of the lifehacking variety, not the computer kind, nerrrds) or engineers, I could use your input. Current plan? Ropes and winches and lots of manpower to pull it down, then sledgehammers to take care of what's left after it shatters.

Suggestion: Wear loose fitting nondescript clothing bought from thrift stores and masks. No identifying stuff. This is vandalism, kids! And we do NOT wanna get arrested. In, out, gone. People who know the District well, if any of you have good maps for escape routes and ways to evade the police, let me know.

Second: More serious stuff. Flight last Friday (sorry about the delay in reporting findings, school this week was hell) revealed some weird security at some farms outside the city. More than a farm should had. Suggest investigating from the ground, but be careful.

Third: AND NOW, GOOFY STUFF. Because christ this stuff has been heavy and I think some of us could use a silly break. So I run Dungeons and Dragons games sometimes, and if you fucking laugh I'll cut you. Anyway, I'm thinking of running a n00b game in a study room at the school library, because man I'm technically a professor and I'm allowed to check out rooms ALL DAY if I want.

The dungeon will be the Keep on the Borderlands. I've got room for up to 7 players, though my friend Bakura gets first dibs on a slot. I'll be using the Advanced Labyrinth Lord ruleset, so use that to roll up a character, it's a free PDF. Your stats are Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma; roll 3d6 -- that's 3 six sided dice -- for each stat to figure out what it is, then figure out your race and class. Races allowed are humans, dwarves, elves, halflings (Hobbits), gnomes, half-elves, and half-orcs. Classes are fighters, thieves, wizards, clerics (healer guys), paladins (holy warriors), monks (martial arts dudes), druids (hippies), assassins, and rangers. If you need help making a character, just ask.

I'll list the players here as you guys reply. Also gimmie your email so I can tell you guys where we're meeting. I figure we can play on Saturday or Sunday?

PLAYERS:

* Bakura

((OOC: You guys do NOT have to actually make characters if you're interested in the DnD thing; just pick a race, a class, and what that character is generally like. I'm going to actually USE the real dungeon, sort of, but I'm going to play fast and loose and probably not bother with actual rolls and stuff because that's tedious. Players who asked for dibs in the OOC post earlier were Robb Stark, Bakura, Aragorn, Yuuya, Sasame, Anthony, and the Psionic, so they have dibs. ))

secondcomingof

[ The feed is sharp and clear and focused when it comes into view, centered around one Casval Mass, who has propped himself up on a heavy trunk with one long leg crossed over the other. His eyes are stern and his tone sterner still; compared to his initial introduction on the network, his demeanor is comparatively absent of ego, replaced by an intense drive that can be felt even through the mirror he's broadcasting from. ]

Good evening.

For those of you unfamiliar with me, my name is Casval Mass. It's come to my attention, recently, that a hotspot of activity related to the so-called "invasion" has flared within the area known as the "Dead District". More specifically, several non-network related residents have complained of werewolf attacks. While I too am skeptical of the nature of these attacks, its timing cannot be ignored in relation to our predicament.

[ Casval leans down, beginning to flip open the various locking mechanisms on the trunk. ]

Therefore, I propose that a scouting party of sorts be sent into this District to determine the scope of—and, if necessary, eliminate—this problem. I am aware that some of you may doubt my abilities on this front, or take issue with me personally. I ask you to set these qualms aside in favor of achieving our greater goal.

[ Click and snap go the last locks, and Casval rises, opening the trunk and pushing it over to reveal... well, a metric fuckload of weaponry. Guns of all sizes, body armor, blades, other objects meant to kill and maim and what have you, it's all there in spades. Some of it questionably legal, for those of you familiar with such stock.

A little bit of ego does slip through as he smirks back up at his audience, picking out a polished sniper rifle in particular for himself and leaning against it as he stands. ]

As you can see, I can provide the equipment necessary for this mission. I am seeking motivated individuals to join me in this endeavor. If those individuals do not step forward, I will simply go myself.

[ Blue eyes narrow testily. ]

I am through running and hiding. If I should die, let it be in this way, facing this threat, instead of cowering in the shadows. I will not allow paranoia and uncertainty to condemn me to a lifetime of servitude.

I thank you in advance for your cooperation.

[ And, just before the feed cuts, and before he forgets: ]

Banagher Links.

I need to speak to you immediately. Please respond.

[ The threat of or I'll find you anyway goes unspoken, but is clear in his voice regardless. ]

mightymegatron

I could write something about how finding a pseudo-magical communications network is impossible and blather on about how I don't believe this and how I'm sure this is all a dream, but I'm not. Instead I'm going to ask a few very simple questions and I expect that they will be answered sooner rather than later.

First, what is the purpose of this strange little network of ours? Aside from apparently cataloging murders and discussing strange happenings?

Second, who are all of you? The users, I mean. I can only backtrack through the archives so much before I get terribly bored and I'm not watching every video you people upload - I do enough YouTube browsing at work. Names would be helpful, even if they are pseudonyms. I prefer to know to whom I'm speaking. Just to show that this isn't entirely a one way street - I am Matthew. I also answer to Mr. Brillon. If you really have to be familiar, Matt serves just as well. And yes, that Matthew Brillon.

Finally - perhaps this isn't a question, so much as I'm thinking out loud - what good does this do me?

Well, aside from very interesting blackmail material, anyway.

kingside

WHO: Brendan & Elizabeth
WHERE: Locke City University campus, halls
WHEN: April 17, afternoon

( Read more... )

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?

unfearing

[ The video feed clicks on and comes into focus. The camera is just facing a blank wall; it appears to be sitting on someone's dining room table. Before long a young girl moves in front of the camera to address the viewers. She remains standing as she speaks, posture straight and shoulders pulled back, a confident tilt to her chin. She seems quite used to public speaking. ]

Excuse me, everyone! May I have your attention please?

My name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth Victoria Bishop. My father is Reginald Bishop of Bishop International. Some of you may know me as 'Lizzie.'

Now, these are very dark and uncertain times for us all. For reasons beyond our current understanding, we have all been unwillingly dragged into this predicament. If you are new and do not understand what I am going on about, please refer to the text portion of this post where I have linked what resources we presently have to offer you.

For the rest of us, I understand that we have no way to know what we are up against, and that uncertainty begets fear. I am here to tell you there is nothing wrong with being afraid. Even I am afraid. I am posting this video to show that while I am afraid, that fear will not stop me.

I am here for you. All of you. And everything is going to be okay. Because I know I am not alone. I have already met many brave individuals willing to put themselves at risk for the sake of us all. Men such as Dr. Aaron Strider and Captain Casval Mass. Like the admirable young men who have been willing to meet with me and put their faith in me. Like the people unafraid to speak up with their concerns, because they had the safety of us all at heart.

We are a group of remarkable people. Do not doubt this. I have seen it already. I've seen it in each and everyone one of you. We are in this together, and we will pull through for each other. I believe in that wholeheartedly.

For that reason, I am showing you my face. Giving you my name. I want you all to know me, and to know that you can rely on me.

Please take care of yourselves as well as each other. If you need any help at all, please do not hesitate to contact me. I will leave my e-mail, cell number, and network code at the bottom of this post.

Thank you so much for your time. I have a little more information that I've typed up for easier reference, so if you could give that a glance as well I would be immensely grateful.

( newcomers here please! )

( cut to the text )

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Entries tagged with code geass: lelouch vi britannia

007; action; closed

action 01 | open

text; video;

[text]

Pizza and an apology?

( 001: handwritten + text. )

006; text; computer

6th Cut -- [Audio | Cellphone] -- [Backdated to Wednesday]

5th Cut -- [Audio | Cellphone]

005; action; closed; Tuesday

the "p" doesn't stand for pretentious, FYI. [art gallery, may 6th—??? ]

004; action; closed

sᴇᴠᴇɴ. [ text; ??? ]

001 [Text: Computer]

003; text; computer

002; action; closed; backdated to Friday

text;

ғᴏᴜʀ. [ video; reflected off a mirror in his room, late evening ]

001 | Text | iPhone

001; action; closed

two | voice

[video]