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[ Anders holds up what appear to be two limp masses of black feathers. They're too shapeless to be actual birds, alive or dead. ]

I echoed this. These. There are two of them, a matched set.

You want to know what they are?

They're called pauldrons. They're for wearing on your shoulders.

[ He shakes his head in weary incredulity. ]

First a magic staff and some kind of really weak healing magic, and now this. Feathered pauldrons. Black feathered pauldrons, no less.

Basically I get the idea that in a past life, I used to be a glam rock Gargamel. There is no better explanation.

shotguncarnage

[ he's clearly doing this through his phone, towel over his shoulders, workout shirt on. there's some gym equipment in the background but it looks like he's the only one that's been working out there. well, it is the middle of the night. being on varric's payroll has some benefits. a nice gym to himself is one of them, especially since quitting his mall job.

hey, nice shades, dude. even when he isn't trying to look like he's super pissed, he still comes off as looking super pissed, and moreso with the shades on. ]

Right, so, look- I dunno how this shit works, exactly, so I'm callin' out those three I saw durin' the snake fight. Dude in a suit, doctor guy, the girl that likes robots.

Dunno 'bout the rest of you, but I'm headin' to Vegas, and I figure we oughtta keep tabs on one another. I dunno much, but I figure I'm gonna learn more an' I'm gonna wanna ask some questions.

Guess you could ask some too, if you wanted.

[ he actually makes it sound more like some sort of WWE throwdown challenge than a mutual exchange of information, but he's harmless, mostly. promise. ]

sayhitobianca

Who: Varric Tethras and Lucca De Angelis
What: Discussing current and future mafia activities
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Tethras International

The cafeteria at Tethras International is more along the lines of a four-star restaurant. All of the employees are welcome to it, of course, but it'd been less about making their employees happy and more because Bartrand had liked the statement it made, and Varric had wanted a place he would be willing to get lunch or dinner from, without leaving the building.

That, and the second floor available only to executives makes an excellent place for business meetings, particularly the kind that are not quite for the kind of business they advertise for.

Which is the reason that Varric's there now - early for his two o'clock, but that'd been because he'd used having to prepare for this meeting as an excuse to duck out of one that would prove much more boring.

He'd much rather enjoy a glass of wine and look over the latest posts on the network while he waits.

mistakesmakeuswhoweare

WHO: Isabela, and anyone who wants to show up!
WHAT: It's Isabela's birthday! Drinks, cake, cards, and more drinks! ...did we mention the cake?
WHEN: Night of April 5th
WHERE: A local bar
WARNINGS: Erm. Isabela? And drunkenness. And language. And drunken shenanigans. And possibly more.

Damn. She was turning thirty. When did that happen? Isabela cursed the march of time to herself as she pulled up to the bar. She'd brought cake. Lots of cake--whatever didn't get eaten, she was sure Anders would know people who might need something to eat.

Anders had promised he'd show up. So did Julien. And a few others. Hopefully there would be more still.

mistakesmakeuswhoweare

So, my birthday is on Saturday. Who wants to help me celebrate?

sayhitobianca

Who: Varric Tethras and Neku Sakuraba
When: Tuesday evening
Where: A random building damaged by Wise Snake
What: Awesome graffiti and an appreciation of the arts

Varric is nothing if not an opportunist. He's donated quite a large sum of money to the rebuilding efforts, of course, any decent businessman would, but he's also taking advantage of a few properties that have suddenly become available - cheap, thanks to damage or foreclosure due to giant sodding snake.

He's at the newest one at the moment - alone, not a bodyguard in sight, which would piss his brother off to no end.

And probably isn't the smartest move, but he's been feeling a little restless lately.

He's examining the property when he hears the unmistakable sound of spray paint. His eyes narrow a little, and he turns towards to stride towards it.

"Really?"

gobybessie

[ When the recording starts, the only thing visible - aside from a few fingertips - is a photo that looks something like this. Blame his daughter for taking sneak pictures of him.

If anyone pays attention to voices on the network, this one is most definitely unfamiliar. ]

Remember this man? Those of you who have been here long enough. Surgeon at the universe hospital. His name is John. No doubt that to the general public he will eventually be thought of as either missing or dead, because he is nowhere to be found.

[ John finally lowers the photo.

He's managed to get his hands on a vest in red velvet, which he's wearing over a plain white shirt. He keeps his expression carefully leveled, with only the slightest crease on his brow to not give away how uncertain and worried he actually is. ]

For anyone who is of the habit to write down or memorise numbers, you may notice I'm using the same ones as him. That should be sufficient proof that I am, in fact, him. I don't know exactly what happened, but I got shot, and instead of dying I ... changed.

[ He shifts in his seat. Leans back, with a calm exhale. Trying to relax. ]

I'd like help with a few things.

One. I need new IDs. Driver's license included, if possible. And everything needed to create a complete new identity. I don't actually know how any of that works, so if anyone does, do please respond.

Two. I have to find a new place to stay as quickly as possible. Once I do, I'm going to need help to move my time machine. It can't get through doorways, and I can't move it. Danny, you don't happen to be able to make objects intangible too?

Three. I need a job. Does the clinic have any place for me?

Four.

[ And now there's a long pause, and the frown on his face deepens. This is the big one. ]

What do I tell my family? And my ex, the mother of my daughter? [ Sigh. ] I don't want them to think I'm dead. Though I suppose, with us being on the news, they might find it all easier to believe.

[ He turns his head away. Looks out the window. Now he really can't keep the concern off his face.

So he straightens back up, and reaches out to cut the feed. Before his composure breaks further. ]

((OOC: John is officially around the network again! If anyone would like to play with post-regen shenanigans I have an open log here, one and two IC days before this post.))

beyondrebirthday

[Now speaking: A proper and prim voice putting on a faux British accent.]

Hello, network. If I may be so bold, there is something concerning me about numbered life! Please grace me with your experiences so that together we can solve all the world's mysteries.

[-No, that's already getting tiring. BB drops it.]

But seriously, I want to know if there is any precedence for multiple people receiving echoes from the same entity.

I'm not necessarily talking about the domino effect that seems to happen with these, where exposure to an echo causes another echo. That type of causation seems common.

My interest, rather, is with parallel echoes - things that appeared to have happened individually, but were strangely identical. Especially in the case of physical appearance, memories or personality traits. Is it possible for a "pre-incarnation" to be shared between two or more people?

[As he speaks, he can't help an edge from sneaking into his voice:] ... And what would you do if you had to share?

((OOC: This post is concerning a plot with L, so you might get responses from him too!))

pheromonecoffee

27 February 2014

Today I have begun my study of the network of the so-called “numbered” individuals of Locke City and their various personalities and concerns in order to find the main character. Various situations and tropes have led me to believe that we are indeed the subjects of a novel or tv series. Possibly a video game. This is the only logical conclusion I can reach as we are capable of accessing a communication network that surpasses the boundaries of both science and logic and that sort of thing happens in works of fiction all the time.

Also because we’re being invaded by aliens and there are government conspiracies this kind of thing doesn’t happen in a non-fictional setting, you never read books about how Ben Franklin saved the colonies from aliens because he didn’t because aliens do not exist. So clearly we are actually in a work of fiction. Also monster summons are only things in video games.

Thus, the story must follow a main character. If I can find the main character and target their specific problems, I will be able to isolate the central conflict of the work and predict the outcome of the story.

This is an incredibly important task. The lives of several dozen are in the balance.

( Totally professional selfies within )

theearth

Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]

[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

shotguncarnage

Who: Miles Lewis and you~!
When: February 22nd, Saturday
Where: The Mall / Varric's vacinity
What: Mall cop business, and then some downtime being a bodyguard.
Warnings: n/a?

Feel free to create your own scenario for the mall!

( Cigarette break time. OPEN. )

( After work, it's time for... more work! CLOSED. )

sayhitobianca

Even to the casual observer, there's so many fascinating bits and pieces everyone is uncovering. A magical ability here, a memory of a family member there, all mixed in with strange enemies and secret plots and missions to save the world. It's like putting together a novel by collecting puzzle pieces.

Is anyone willing to indulge a man who loves a good story and tell me what you've pieced together about your past life?

[Because he's curious. And also because he doesn't believe the majority of this, but it's at least entertaining.]

On another, more practical but far less engaging matter, it's come to my attention that a number of you are at risk of discovery by our esteemed law enforcement, presumed dead, or otherwise disinclined to call attention to your presence by using your real identity.

If any of you would be interested in procuring a new legal identity, please feel free to contact me at this number, and I can arrange something.

darkinferno

Who: Dante + SO MANY.
When: Friday, February 14
Where: All over Locke City!
What: Dante’s got plans for today. Little does he realize the world has more plans for him.

[A]: ( 10a-11:30a; Locke City University; open )

[B]: ( 12p-2p; some upscale restaurant who even knows; closed )

[C]: ( 2-3p; Locke City public library; open )

[D]: ( 3-4p; DA BUS STOP; closed )

[E]: ( 4-6p; ye olde coffee shoppe; open-ish )

blackcrystal

[ he considers using video. typing on a cracked phone screen isn't particularly fun or engaging, but you never know who could be watching or if this bizarre thing is legitimate. there's no way he's risking the wrong eyes seeing him... and he's pretty sure turning his phone on is just a bad idea with police looking for him.

Writing, though. Is pretty much untraceable. His handwriting is pretty damn flowery and neat.]

Well. I've just proven the legitimacy of this for myself. I just have two questions for you all.

1. These pulses. Is there a way to get them yourself? It seems to be a common thought. I want to know if anyone has been successful in willingly getting one.

2. Are you people the reason this city has gone to hell so quickly?

poisonousflame

Who: Axel, Phillip, and YOU.
Where: A local large theatre company (currently unnamed)
When: NOW through Christmas Day
What: It's that time of year! Theatres across the country are putting on A Christmas Carol, and this one is no exception. Open to all characters who feel like seeing a play!

( Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. )

sayhitobianca

[He'd first absently written down the string of numbers that won't leave his head during his weekly bookkeeping, since their presence in his mind had been throwing him off the rest of his numbers. His plan to get them out of his head and go back to his work had failed, but he'd discovered something far more interesting.

Since then, Varric's been reading. He knows better than to make his presence known somewhere before he has as firm of a grasp on the situation as he can.

Only once he's as fully abreast of what's been happening as he can be without having actually been there at the time does he make a network post.]

I'm a little disappointed. All this time, there was a completely untapped source of information, right under my nose.

Such fascinating things I'm discovering about ThunderCorp, and our esteemed local law enforcement.

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Entries tagged with dragon age: varric tethras

video, open

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there's nothing illegitimate about this

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Second; [computer, typed]

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[Video | Computer]

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text; march 5, 5am

PLOT: WISE SNAKE'S EMERGENCE

The weekend isn't all it's cracked up to be.

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03 ✭ action; partially open

written.

A Christmas Carol

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