Feb. 28th, 2015 07:06 pm
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[For all that Emil manages to make his presence known on the Network well enough, it's usually in responses to other things people have to say. Today is one of the rare exceptions.]

I know there might be more... pressing matters, given the current state of affairs. [The doubles of people and just recently the lights over London] But I had... a question, I suppose it'd be best to call it.

[There's a pause, and the camera pulls back to reveal where he's standing. It's clearly some manner of room, but it's one that's very sci-fi. Albeit a rather 70's sort of sci-fi. It looks too, like something that John had echoed back, for anyone who might have had the privilege of setting foot into John's police box.]

I'm aware that hidden rooms are, generally, something that might be common. But I wouldn't have expected to find one inside a clock. Unless there's someone here who might have found one in a similarly unlikely place? Or perhaps recognizes the general layout?
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[personal profile] wastingtime
This has been a long time coming, but change can be difficult at times, as you all know. While things may be thrust upon us, out of our consent and control, there are still things only we can choose to do.

I discovered, some time ago, that the sword I carried is more of a tool than a weapon; most of us rely on those teleporter devices. I no longer have to. A quick walk through what I can only describe as a strange landscape, and I am a hundred miles away- albeit not just anywhere. My range appears to be dedicated to our already-known boundaries, though I am experimenting with them.

I'll be focusing on such for the next while. [he hesitates here, not quite sure how to continue, then goes on anyway] Should anyone need assistance with transport, I would be pleased to test myself with them as I explore just what this old body is capable of.

And before anyone asks, no, I don't believe that this is another me. I haven't even seen one of the sort, but I'll gladly take any information if someone's seen me beside myself.

((OOC; no, Elian doesn't have a dopple. but he's aware of them, hence the comments. c: doubles are welcome, though!))
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 [Gabriel's flat is in unusual disarray, a bag out on the bed which he's shoving clothes into, half out of sight of the camera.  He continues packing as he speaks, short and terse, unusually dishevelled and obviously anxious.]

London lit up.  I have to go home.  My parents are there.  [And, for those who don't remember how old Gabriel really is, his parents are in their early 80s.]

If anyone needs somewhere to stay, I might be able to set you onto somewhere.  Let me know.

[And that's that; he cuts the feed.  Replies will come later and from a very different place: the flat above his parent's house in London.]
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[personal profile] bythewaves
[ Have a late fourties man with messy dark hair and a nice suit ]

Ah... is this working now? Oh! Hello! Yes! Nice to meet you all! I'm Arnold, Arnold Benedict. Some of you may know my son Liam! Thank you for looking after him, all this time. Just thought I'd... say hi, as it were! I'm gonna be in the area for a while, and it turns out I'm Numbered too, so... yes! Hello!

[ He looks thoughtful ] There was something else... Oh! Yes, folk in the Art Community might recognise me - Benedict Galleries, is, indeed, run by me. We're always looking around for new pieces to show, and I'm hoping to do an exhibition around here too, one day. So! Any budding artists, I'd be glad to chat! I can be reached on this number - [ Have a neat business card with his details ] and if you see me around, don't be shy! I'd love to say hi.

[ And with a wave he disconnects ]

But if you meet him on the street, you would not recognise him )
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[personal profile] elfstoned
This is Aaron Strider. Some of you know me, and some of you who do know that I had a number that disappeared over a year ago. It's back.

I've caught up some on what's been happening with the new locations, the new animals, and the kidnapping - don't think I didn't see that, Toushirou. It's something I never thought I'd ask for a year ago, but if anyone's been updating Emmanuel's new-number guide or has put together one of their own, I'd appreciate a glance at that all the same.

Now, with my pulses back, I have a talent that I didn't put to its best use in 2013. I may be able to use it to pinpoint where the underground animals are, to find them while they're still dormant. I'm willing to do that for the new locations. Maybe the areas can be evacuated.

[Thank god this is text. To be completely honest, those animals scare him shitless, but over text, no one can tell.]

I have another question.

Has anyone else noticed physical effects from using the teleporter?


Dec. 14th, 2014 07:43 pm
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[personal profile] ursoreckless
so. it's been a fun couple of days, hasn't it? i'm pretty glad that we didn't lose anyone to too much crazy during the attack and such but we all know how that goes. sooner or later we're all going to have a lot of baggage but hopefully there are people within our group that can smack our brains back into our skulls.

anyways, i figured that we should do something about the FAQs thing since it's been forever since anyone really has updated it since the doc left. i'm talking about this here ( link to old FAQs ). we've got some info about what has happened to a point on there and if the rest of us old timers croak or forget, who is going to go back looking for this kind of crap to see what triggered everything, right? so i'm putting the link out, asking people if they want to either build a new faq thing or just put information together so someone else can collect it, or do whatever with it. it's just something we might need later.

btw, anyone know about fixing elevators? also want to help do some rewiring? i've been thinking that if this old school is going to get turned into Numbered HQ, it needs some fancy Jim Bate James Bond redecorating before the New Year's. i also am so buying new furniture.

L. no protesting. i get too cold to sleep comfortably on the floor.


Nov. 25th, 2014 08:04 pm
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[personal profile] espigeonage
[Julien's voice is dispassionate, low and clear and fast. In the background something is shriek-yelping and snarling like a dog with a weird distorted voice.]

Emergency. Blaine's turned into the titan and isn't responding to speech. We're [somewhere off from Fussen, away from the teleport location] and I think she's making for the highway. She needs to be lured outside the boundary. Can anyone get here?

I'm calling the mayor. We need to evacuate. [Startled-] Wh- stop! [the snarl is closer, a very deep frantic growl. Julien hisses forcefully.]

[OOC: this post is also for action!]
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[ It's a rather posh set up, like this was some professional solemn news broadcast or something. Though, to be fair, John does think it's very important. He's seated at his desk, arms folded in front of him, and a furrow to his brow. ]

There is a matter I wish to discuss with you.

People have been losing their jobs, been suspended from schools, and hunted down simply for being numbered. It's more than enough that in any other case you could bring it to court but, likely, the law is not entirely sure what to make of us. In the fine print, I suppose we aren't exactly covered.

[ But if you ask him, that's honestly absurd, and that's clear in his tone.

He takes a break to grab a cup of tea and take a sip. There's a shift in his eyes, into something exhausted. He's tired. There's a lot going on and he's not entirely sure what to do. ]

We tend to take the law into our own hands, but I think perhaps it's worth actually trying to work with it. If anyone else would like to try, I would be glad to have some help.

Any inputs or thoughts are welcome. I'd love to hear them.

[ And he cuts the feed. ]
dead_black_eyes: "Try Again" (I'm not a stone I'm just a man)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
[The man appearing onscreen this morning is haggard, somber, and distracted. Clearly, he's been awake all night, something he's been doing far too often lately, sitting curled in the middle of what appears to be a cleaned up but ancient school gymnasium's basketball court with his chin on his knees. A few feet away is a blue tarp hiding something sizable and lumpy.]

I know Albero's people are striking Espresso Yourself, early on the morning of Sunday, November 23, at 3:15 AM. They will be there to raze the building to the ground and they do not intend to take prisoners.

[He bites his lip, glancing away from the camera. The calmness he's affected since Anthony's death slips for a second, revealing something like fear. He swallows.]

I've been waiting for a pulse. I was hoping that maybe my other's experience and knowledge could help me, in this regard, but up to this point... it's been all quiet on that front.

[He rises slowly, moving towards the tarp and drawing it away from what it conceals. There are many pounds of dynamite stacked in the middle of his gym, along with several ominous looking canisters.]

I have dynamite and nitroglycerin. I think...

[He takes a deep, shuddering breath.]

I know we can kill a lot of them. Part of me really wants to, and I can't be the only one. But I know... I know that's not what we're fighting for, a criminal record of our own and another reason to be driven out of this city. So...

[He sits again, hard, on the floor, eyes and posture conveying a distinctly dazed quality.]

I think maybe it would be better to use this information to get the FBI on this and catch them in the act, with no blood shed. I'm prepared for both of these scenarios, but honestly... I don't know what's right. I'm so tired. I trust all of you, so... please help me make the right decision.

EDIT: I've been informed that Nick knows about another upcoming opportunity, a chance to hit the Mafia where it hurts. There's to be a meeting of higher-ups in the near future; further details are forthcoming.
dead_black_eyes: "Tennis Court" (Showing people how little we care)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
[Lazarus' number is written on a blackboard with a piece of chalk, opening a connection to the network. Dim light streams in through the high, dusty windows, falling on broken-down desks in a decrepit, once-grand lecture hall. A broom leans in the corner, along with several trash bags; Lazarus himself is wearing crummy clothes and more than a little breathless and sweaty. You would be too, if you'd been working on solo renovations for hours.]

If any of you are familiar with the building that was formerly the Willow Ridge Boarding Academy in Locke City... like back in the 1970's... it's ours now. It was briefly a linen processing facility but it wound up being foreclosed on when the company went bankrupt, so I went ahead and bought it from the bank. Under a different name, of course.

[He takes a second to shrug out of his sweater, draping it across one of the desks.]

The building's big, with a spacious basement. I want to move Project Jump as soon as possible to this new location, since both I and Espresso Yourself are too well-known at this point and I don't think it's safe for it to remain. I can rent a truck but the more discreet the move is, the better. It has to happen very soon. In the meantime... I'm going to continue to work on renovations. Security. Furnishing accommodations... on that note, if anyone has any computer monitors, servers or any other equipment they're willing to sell or donate, I'm more than interested.

[He returns to what he was doing before he opened the connection, which is, apparently, using an axe to break apart unsalvageable desks and bagging up the resulting debris to clear some space.]
dead_black_eyes: "Closer" (Help me get away from myself)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
[Notably, it's the first time L's put his face on the Network. It's composed and deliberate; he looks into the camera with a cold gaze that never falters or glances aside even for a moment as he speaks. His voice is similarly frigid, tone flat and emotionless.]

I'm sure many of you know this already, but Anthony Janvier was gunned down on Friday. He was at work, and it was a barbaric act of mob violence scarcely befitting such a gentle soul. He was brave and kind to his last moment, and I don't think I only speak for myself when I say I have lost a friend.

[He hasn't blinked yet; that stare could burn holes in liars and killers. It's a dare, a challenge to acknowledge futility and look away first.]

I'm not sentimental, or Catholic. Anthony was both. His funeral is tomorrow morning, because that's what people do: we mourn, we remember, and we mend. I understand that there are some who intend to picket the funeral; if you're afraid, don't bother coming, but if you're not... it's Friday, 10 AM at the Sacred Heart Cathedral.

[[OOC: The funeral is up! Please feel free to use it as a mingle post and start your own prompts.]]


Oct. 16th, 2014 03:23 am
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[Saretha appears, looking calm as ever. There is something a bit different about her expression, however. A type of concern that is unexpected from her - any at all, and it is genuine. Whether you are the sort of person to pick up on that, however... well. That is another matter.]

Greetings. I trust most of you are rested from both the recent battle in Las Vegas and our unexpected travel plans.

With the new barrier area open to us, that provides us many new opportunities, and as many threats. I am sure most of you don't have to be told that, but... it is good, for the time being, that we have a place in which we can act from without being potentially gunned at, for now.

On that topic... Albero. The mafia. Clearly, this has to stop. I needn't say that, either. However...

As it stands, we cannot expect the authorities to handle this in our stead. Action must be taken, but... I know since the attacks started in the summer, a number of us have advocated drastic means towards combating them.

Such a thing would be nothing short of suicide for the whole lot of us. No matter how many mafia grunts are killed, even if you're able to lop the head off the snake, more will take their place. Attacks will be twisted against us, just as Albero now twists the media in Locke City to portray us as monsters, vigilantes, and things which people need to be protected against.

Do not give him and his allies even further ammunition, because that is all directed violence against them will cause. It will make it that much harder for us to attain any sort of legitimacy in the public eye, near impossible if dead bodies start turning up with our names and faces attached to them on the nightly news.

We can, however, still fight him. We have vast and powerful tools at our disposal that make us even more dangerous to him than simple brute force. We have people with powers good for more than just killing. We have this Network, which has been utilized against us by him, and... I say it is high time we took its usefulness back in that regard. The ability to communicate in this manner is invaluable, and something he cannot hope to replicate. If anything, I would be shocked if he was not afraid of it.

If we can root out evidence of his connections or crimes, any means of discrediting him in the public eye... then, and only then, can we truly overcome all he is setting against us, which goes beyond even the violence and the crimes against us.

Otherwise, all we continue to do is play into what he wants, and come out looking like the villains he claims us to be.

I will henceforth be putting whatever resources I can into this endeavor. If you wish to lend assistance, by all means - I am seeking your hands towards that end.
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[When the feed starts. The camera is focused on the ceiling. A second later Robyn pokes her head into the frame, her eyes wide with excitement. Oddly enough she looks a touch different compared to normal, her black hair now seems have some red highlights to it.]

Guys! This is so cool, you'll never guess what my dad echoed back last night!

[She'll adjust the webcam so there's a view of her living room floor where a behemoth of a dog is lazing around.]

Come on boy! Come say hi to everyone!

[The dog wont get up, he'll open his mouse and give the camera a doggy grin.]

Okay, never mind. Just stay there.

[She'll move over toward the dog and scratch behind his ears. He'll wag his tail which will thump against the floor with surprising force.]

So his name is Mouse and he belonged to my dads past self or whatever. Isn't he just the coolest?
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Alright, three things.

First off, who's got a change of clothes? I think I vomited on myself and it's starting to smell.

Second off, who pulled me out of that enormous freak battle? Finally somebody does something decent for a change! Waking up in the desert is still a load of cock, but I'd rather take a load of cock than find myself buried alive again. No bonus points for saving me, though--I still died, you dicks!


[and here he switches to audio. His speech is a little different now--those who are familiar with a variety of British accents might recognize it as being Irish, a far cry from his old New Jersey accent.]

What the fuck even is this accent? What am I, Welsh?
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[The video feed comes up on Harry's office in his home. He's spent some time since discovering what the Number in his head is for looking over this network thing and it's probably about time to let the other people know.]

Okay, now the whole "Number" thing makes sense.

[He takes a breath, scrubbing a hand over the day or so of stubble growth on his face.]

Well, I did want to be in the loop but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Some of you already know me, but for everyone who doesn't, my name's Harry Lyre.

[Another breath.]

I'll just drop this bomb now, I'm with the press and I've been following this whole situation since March and I'm not a fan of the rep you guys have been getting lately. So... if anybody wants to get their story out, consider this an offer to help you do just that. Anonymous or otherwise.

So, now that that's out of the way. [He claps his hands together, leaning forward slightly.]

Who's Danny?

Later On, Private to Melissa's Number Courtesy of Robyn

You and I are going to need to have a talk soon.
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[ Have a view of Walter's impeccably clean bedroom, network. Except today, it has a little addition. Several, actually -- the room is infested with what appears to be dozens of lizards. They're on the walls. They're on the furniture. One is even on Walter, who is looking bug-eyed and frantic. He gestures wildly at the mess, as if there's anyone who could have possibly missed this blizzard of lizards. ]

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[personal profile] greenisthenewblack
Media Coverage

[A few days after this incident at Locke High School, a news story breaks during primetime on a popular local station. And gets snapped up quickly, so anyone who misses the initial story might see it (or similar broadcasts) online, on other news stations, in print news, and even a few tabloids. And since it concerns the numbered, it will likely even get some attention in Vegas.]

Earlier this week, a local high school teacher was confronted with evidence that she was part of the organization that calls themselves the 'Numbered'. Her reaction - recorded by an onlooker - has brought new urgency to the questions we've already been asking. Are these people safe? Stable? How many of them are working among us and our children undetected?

[They play the scene, recorded by what is almost certainly a smartphone camera, with a few appropriate comments from the spectators - bleeped out expletives, mostly, although one voice wails "my locker!" at a certain point.]

No one was reported injured during this incident, partially due to the brave efforts of students Daniel Fenton and Robyn Lyre in distracting and restraining the agitated and destructive former faculty member. Police arrived quickly on the scene, but the men shown escorting her out are none other than the deputy superintendent and the homicide supervisor. It's unclear how they're related to this case - neither position would normally respond to a call like this one - but they clearly seem to be familiar with the perpetrator. Could the numbered be influencing the local police? We've brought some experts in to discuss.

[The 'experts' are well-known anti-numbered advocates, and the discussion revolves mostly around how dangerous and volatile the numbered are. They emphasize what a threat numbered might be to children. Ideas about how they need to be tracked and locked up are bandied about. Danny and Robyn are talked up as heroes, and Nick and Karl as either co-conspirators or victims of manipulation. Later reports - especially the tabloids - take these rumors and run with them. The teens are celebrated, and Nick and Karl are accused of sleeping with the Numbered - and each other - more than once, labelled as obvious sympathizers.]

((OOC: All PCs mentioned in this post were added with full permission from their respective players.))


Network Post, video

[Before the first broadcast is even finished, Sheila opens the network. To video, because why not. It can't get any worse. Can it? She's in sweats and has her head buried in her hands at her kitchen table.]

Yes. That's me.

What they didn't say is that I was fired on suspicion of being numbered, right before the video starts.


Sep. 25th, 2014 07:00 pm
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[personal profile] youngestone
[Today's video is coming to you live from inside Erebor! Killian is looking pretty dusty, and behind him you can see a sort of blockade. Beyond the blockade looks dark and dangerous, but where Killian is there's a lot of space, it's clean, and there's some lights set up]

So! We can't get in the front door of the mountain just yet, we'd need way too much machinery to break through that mess. But we did find another way in [read: they made their own damn side door] and it's pretty secure in here. If anyone needs a safe place for a while, just let one of us know and we can get you in here. Still trying to figure out how to get wifi and cell service in a mountain, but hey, it's safe here. I'm pretty not even a giant crab could get in here.

[Just saying. Also his cat starts climbing on his shoulders as he speaks. Killian just ignores her]

There's only a few rooms that are safe for people to stay in right now, but we're trying to get more before we head back to Locke for a while. [To himself as he goes to kill the feed:] Hopefully we'll find a kitchen soon, too.
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[personal profile] gogoghostpowers
[Today's video of Danny brought to you with a wide grin on Cure Phantom's face and a backdrop of eyesearing bright green. It could be mistaken for a glowing green screen, if not for the fact that the color is subtly shifting in the background, and are those...floating boulders?]

Guys--guys, I figured it out! All those weird little portals that have been showing up in Locke lately? They're ghost portals! There's--this is some place called the Ghost Zone, it's like a whole other dimension where all ghosts come from!

This is--[Danny looks up and his eyes widen.] Oh--whoa, whoa!

[The video starts shaking and it's not clear what's going on, beyond the fact that the green in the background becomes a clear sky blue. Once the video stabilizes, though, it becomes clear that Danny's back in the human world. As he swings the phone around to show the sights before him, a small mountain range comes into view.]

...wow, okay, uh. I guess I'm in Vegas now.
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 Why do you stay here?  People in Locke mainly, but I suppose it goes out to people in Las Vegas too.

Especially people who weren't born here, those who don't have family here.  Having family here is a good reason!  Although I suppose you could try and move your family.

[It took her a while to work out what to say and she deleted a lot of personal information, but in the end decided that she wanted to see what people said without her guiding their answers.  Her family have been trying to convince her to come home, away from the danger again, and it's getting harder to convince them without admitting that she's caught up in everything.]
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[personal profile] goldenflames
[Another day, another newbie, but this one is a lot more friendly than the last one. Yelena is new to the network, after an incident some weeks ago involving some goons and a cornered Numbered just happened to result in the revelation that she herself is Numbered. All she has to go on is some weird memory and some numbers she can recall perfectly.]

So... Ever get the feeling life's going to get a lot more interesting? [She's not sure if she can call it a 'good' interesting or a 'bad' interesting.]

Name's Yelena. Yelena Lyre. I hear my cousin's one of you guys, huh? [Those Mafia goons have made it personal when they went after Robyn. Sure, she doesn't see her much, but still, nobody pushes Robyn around if she can help it!]
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[personal profile] scarlet_devil
[Emilia is a familiar face to most incarnates by now, but even so, there are a few changes to her this time. Namely a large pair of batlike wings, and the open backed dress she is now pretty much forced to wear. Needless to say, she's 'out' as a numbered now, her parents included.]

[The vampire's crimson, slit pupiled eyes narrow.]
I've just been given the suggestion that I should not go into school tomorrow. For my own safety, they said. Ha! I think we all know the real reason, don't we?

Let's face it, my changes are rather... obvious. So... what am I supposed to do now?


Sep. 2nd, 2014 09:26 pm
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[personal profile] ghostly_heiress
[There's this girl again, with her far too young, but steady voice.]

Robyn is my friend. When the message first started, I wanted to run to save her.

Until Albero made the promise.

I'm not saying fear him. I'm not saying we take his deal to leave town. All I care about is Robyn right now, the rest will come later.

The one who has the best chance of getting Robyn out of there unscathed is Cure Phantom and anyone with his power set. However, it's also known that the mob knows the powers that would do it and if they have even an inkling of belief he will be sneaky, they likely have a back up plan for it.

But this is the thing: Albero is a business man. He's not just some psychopath off the street, he runs an organization, an effective organization. That requires intelligence and the ability to manipulate.

Robyn is meant to manipulate us, but it's to manipulate us to his advantage. If we rush in and get her killed, that is a hit to our morale. A 'look, you tried OH so hard, and what do you get? A dead girl.' I know that won't break some, but it will break others, and that means the numbers who would go against him are down.

If no one rushes in, Robyn will not be hurt. If he hurts Robyn once we listen to him, then he's the only one at fault. Anyone who cares about Robyn, to anyone who cares about innocents, to anyone who just hates people doing what he does, will be against him, and with a personal vendetta. He loses if he breaks his promise. All he has to gain in killing Robyn is one dead Numbered who doesn't even have the truly terrifying powers.

If Robyn is let go, then there is a chance people will believe him. People will leave without thinking this is some trap to weed us out, that they'll be safe if they're gone. He wants this because if even some take this deal, that still means numbers are down, and he's winning. There is also the possibility he could find out unknown Numbered because they'll sure to tend to her, so be careful when you do go visit Robyn.

In the game of manipulation, you need the other side to be confident to trust you to act a certain way. Which means keeping your word until you can pull off a decisive win. He can't right now, so he is telling the truth.

The best chance Robyn has to get out relatively okay is to wait. Not because of fear, but because it's what's best for HER, and because it puts us in the best position to deal with him AFTER she's safe.
ruleorserve: (look up to the skies)
[personal profile] ruleorserve
Who: Emil and Chuck
What: A chance encounter/run in with a vermedi
Where: Out and about in Locke City
Warnings: Potential combat

Then even we might know )
abhero: illbillyou @ lj (you don't understand serious depression)
[personal profile] abhero
So, about the aliens.

You know the perky one? He was handing out ice cream last week, and then came to the shell freaks’ meeting-- I think his name’s Badri. We talked at the ice cream thing, and I asked him if he had cool alien powers. He said he can’t used them on me, but he can show me how it works on a pigeon.

[There’s a pause. Emil looks uncomfortable, and not because Badri made him pinky-swear not to tell.]

He looked at it and it just-- I don’t know what he did, but the pigeon freaked out. It couldn’t move but you could tell it’s suffering. Then he let go and it just died. Keeled over. Badri said it’s because, and I quote, “the severe mental trauma”. He also said that usually it only happens to more intelligent creatures. [Another pause, and he gives the camera a meaningful look.] More intelligent. He can literally scare people to death with his mind.

And It’s not just him having creepy powers. You should’ve seen the way he acted-- he kept smiling like it’s a game. When the pigeon died he was all like [Emil does a rather convincing impression of Badri’s voice] “Oops! Didn’t mean to kill it, must be the severe mental trauma, tee-hee-hee!”

I know they’ve been okay so far, but it was fucked up. What kind of person tortures an animal just to demonstrate something and smiles while he’s doing it?
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[personal profile] professorwolf
Randall again. I know there are probably many rather more pressing problems, right now-- such as the machine I hear we've commandeered, Thunder Corp's potential retaliation, the mob, that cult... but there's also apparently been a lot of talk on television and online about how horrible we are and how we're secretly trying to run the country.

[And Lyall can't do a bloody thing about Thunder Corp or the mob or a cult, especially while getting prepped for school to start soon... but he's hoping maybe he can help a little with this.]

I know someone was talking about attempting to make corrections when things got out wrong, like that, but I was thinking that perhaps having more of us to consult might make that easier. As in, I was considering asking for volunteers to go public together. Including myself, of course-- I simply don't think trying to do it alone would be wise. I'd rather not present the idea that I'm an attention-monger, or something.

[Or make himself a sole target.]

There's certainly the question of just how forthcoming to be-- I tend to favor more, rather than less, or people will undoubtedly learn there's more to know, and assume we are hiding even worse. But that would be up to each individual. Either way, I thought I'd pose the question, if anyone here is particularly interested in going public, and trying to equally publically correct some of those rumors. I certainly don't have any power to take over the country with.

[That last comes out dry, because he's hard-pressed to think of anything that "being a werewolf" would do for him, in politics. ... nevermind that he's fairly sure being one automatically gave you rank in whatever England his other fellow comes from. That's not here.]

We've spent a long time in hiding, so I'll understand if I don't have many takers, but I am hoping for a few....


Aug. 14th, 2014 02:20 am
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[Helen had thought, at first, that the feeling would pass. She must have read something or heard something that gave her the tools she needed to help those people, some memory drawn to the surface. But there was a distinct wrongness to it. As if the knowledge had been her own, but not quite.

And that didn’t explain the numbers.

The whole thing made her uneasy. Nothing had changed, yet it felt as though her life was no longer her own. It was all slipping out of her control again.

Finally, when she could no longer ignore it, she picked up her phone, dialing the apparently unforgettable series of numbers.

She didn’t know what she was expecting, but when the network popped up on screen, she pulled back in alarm, dropping her phone as if it had burned her. Silently berating herself, she picked it back up off the table and scrolled through the most recent entries.

A few moments later, she typed simply,

I’m not certain I understand.


Aug. 12th, 2014 03:08 pm
arrowpoint: (➹ Im dem)
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[Liam's not looking well when his face shows up on the mirror. The deep bags under his eyes suggest that he hasn't been sleeping, and when he speaks he sounds a bit... cranky.]

So guys... I'm lost here. I need like, a news update or something. My brain is fried. What's going on? Crazy machine making people disappear, mafia stuff... what am I missing?

[He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a tired breath.]

Is everybody okay now? You know, sort of?

[A pause.]

Also anybody got any tips on getting some sleep? Or... nightmares?
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[A certain familiar British voice is back on the network, everybody.]

Well, I'm back. I don't think I remembered to let anyone outside my immediate circle know I would be gone... I apologize for that. But summer school and training are both out of the way, and I'm free for a whole week before classes begin again.

For anyone new here, I'm-- Randall Lyall.

[There's a brief hesitation there, as he consciously makes himself not say "Randolph".]

Biology teacher at Locke High. Also happen to be a werewolf.

So did I miss anything terribly important? It doesn't look like anything's blown up, in my absence, anyhow.


Aug. 5th, 2014 08:39 pm
shortspoken: (sometimes I just watch my own nose)
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[ Ellie isn't used to making big important announcements. Or posting to the network at large. Still, she's going to do her best! ]

They're moving Project Jump.

[ That probably needs more explanation, doesn't it. Ughhhhhh words ]

The machine they were hiding, I mean. Thunder Corp will be moving it outside the city tomorrow.
Somebody should probably think about stopping them. With the number of armed guards they're sending, it's obviously something important.

[ The message is still missing something. A friendly touch, perhaps? To show she can be trusted? ]


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[ John is carefully poised at the desk, fingers folded and elbows resting on the hard surface. He starts by clearing his throat. ]

As a previous post hinted, another clinic employee has lost their Echoes. That employee is Mordin Solus. But don't worry; it is still safe. He left notes for himself, and there is still at least me from the network working there. Should you for whatever reason prefer to have someone from the network present if you need to see us, I would be happy to do so at any time if at all possible.

Otherwise, I hope everyone is well out there. Things are turning ... even less favourable. Which makes me regret the fact that I bought plane tickets to go back to the UK from the seventh to the twenty-first, but I don't think I'll cancel them. It's rather important. More on that in a minute.

I have a few questions first. Three, to be exact. One.

[ While he opens a drawer and leans back to reach into it, he holds up a finger. ]

Does the name Gallifrey ring any bells for anyone? I think that's my home planet. My other self's home planet. But that's all I know about it for now.

[ Aside from remembering fleeing it, but he'll leave that bit out since he has no idea why he did, after all. Just knows it was fleeing. And that the time machine he has is probably stolen. Doesn't seem important, though.

He puts a paper down in front of him and turns back, holding up a device. ]

Two, does anyone know what this is? It doesn't work. There's a button, but pressing it does nothing.

And lastly, [ this time he holds up the paper; a drawing, ] does anyone recognise this? I drew it as well as I could. I'm inclined to say it's a robot. It talked like one, and looks the part. It had a sucker cup for an arm whatever reason, and the other arm is a weapon. It can paralyse people for as long as it likes, but if it can kill I don't know. Wouldn't surprise me.

[ He puts it down, and sighs. ]

I intend to tell my family. I have spent enough festive occasions without them. There is only one big problem.

I don't look like the same person anymore. And I really do mean that. For anyone who missed it, I used to look like this.

[ Cue holding up a photo. ]

I am not entirely sure how to go about it, so having some people with me who might be able to help reassure them would be helpful, or any suggestions you might have. I want-- I need this to work. That is also why I'm going back to the UK. My brother and parents are there. I'm aware of the Echo situation, of course, and I don't know what will happen but I would like to try.

[ There's a pause, and he nods. ]

I suppose that's that.

[ And he reaches out and cuts the feed. ]
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[Haruka's face shows up on the network, overcome with a look of exhaustion. His clothes are spattered lightly with paint, along with smaller marks here and there on his face.]

Ah...Hello! I was wondering if I could get your opinion on something! [Haruka turns his cellphone towards the wall of what appears to be a local underpass. The wall is covered in very neatly painted graffiti. Large, colorful and playfully drawn letters spell out "Create a Great Day!" The letters are surrounded by a painted overgrowth of green grass and rainbow colored flowers. The design takes up a pretty huge chunk of the wall, and there are various paint cans strewn about, so it's obvious this has been quite an exercise for him.]

What do you think? Oh! B-Before anyone gets mad! I know graffiti can be bad but...The reason I painted this, was because I wanted to paint something nice over the graffiti that was already there...

It was, um. A very hurtful message. Directed at us. The numbered. [He sighs and sits on the ground in front his work, bringing close his paint cans and placing them into a backpack.]

Why would someone say that about us? We didn't choose this, we're only a little bit different from everyone else. We'd never, ever try to hurt anyone...Why is people's first instinct to try to kill us?

I don't understand. It isn't fair.
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If your past self did something, was part of something, that is hurting people now [that hurt your friends] does that mean you are a bad person? or going to be?

[This is obviously the best birthday present he could get--learning he was Mafia after the Mafia has started attacking his friends.]


Jul. 17th, 2014 08:22 pm
espigeonage: (☼to fall off the earth)
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[His voice is hushed.]

It's so hot! You people who can still sweat, you don't know how good you have it. I suspect if I stay out in the sun too long, I am literally going to die. And that's literally-literally, not the modern version that means figuratively. Heatstroke is a thing.

Mm. Oh, also, there's a band of thug types after me and most of them aren't all human. Probably not a random thing. I lost them, but I'm not coming down until I know they're out of the area. I suppose I could call the police.

...Aaah, man, I'm going to have to move house, won't I. It's not like where I live is a secret. Or can be a secret, come to think of it! Ugh. [Heavy sigh. From the sound of it, Julien finds the heat and the prospect of moving more annoying than thugs.]
seriallylucky: (asleep)
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[Fred has definitely sounded better. He's not moaning or anything, but he certainly does sound like he's in pain. Frequent pauses, little gasps, and so on.]

Does anyone know why Albero's coming after us? I don't think I've ever had anything to do with him, but...
ruleorserve: (just thought I'd call and say hello)
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Ah. I see. A sort of numerical password. That would explain why it’s so hard to forget. Still, I’ll spare anyone who might be out there what I imagine are the usual set of questions, although I must admit to some surprise that it works this well.

[Especially given that notebooks aren’t really supposed to hold entire networks within them. Unfortunately, he’s never been terribly good at this sort of thing, especially when he can hardly have expected what he’d found in the first place and so for a while it looks as if that’s all he has. It's very nearly only as an afterthought that he adds anything more.]

But who am I to argue with it? There are, after all, more things in heaven and earth than dreamt of in one man’s philosophy.