saiyanscholar: (Wat?!)
[personal profile] saiyanscholar
Who: Jeffrey and Ahito
When: March 29
Where: Oh . . . somewhere out and about
What: Whoops, that sure is a gum monster deciding to stick one of these guys to the ceiling.

There are more fools in the world than there are people. )
youngestone: (Aiming)
[personal profile] youngestone
[Those sounds you hear are him unpacking stuff.]

So, uh, anyone wanna bet on Vegas being the next Town of Crazy Numbered Hijinks? I mean, that light looked pretty similar to the stuff that shot up from here a few months ago. Does this mean it's less of a "Locke City" thing and more of a--what the hell.

[More rustling and then he flips the feed to video to show off a sword]

I am getting really tired of finding stuff in places when it wasn't there a week ago. Pulses I can handle. Finding swords in my suitcase or boots under the bed or bows in the closet, not so much. Next it'll be axes in the freezer or something, I swear to God.

[Siiiiigh]

Anyone, d'you think the pink light means it's an Earth thing and not just a Locke City thing?
hollowleg: (you keep talking but all I hear is BLAHB)
[personal profile] hollowleg
[Shiro clears his throat. When he speaks, it's clear his voice has... uh... changed. It has a weird flange to it. Something like this! Or exactly like that. Whatever]

So, I figured I'd let you guys know that Chris has voluntarily left town to take a good job out in San Francisco with her buddy Matt. This happened... like, a week ago. But I'm just now getting around to saying anything about it.

Anyway so she's gone. Don't blame her. This city is a mess. I've relegated myself to the kitchen of the bakery where I don't have to talk much. On account of the fact that I sound like a cheap halloween voice effect all the time.

What was I going to say... oh.

I got some shit from the farmhouse on me. You tech-heads out there might want to take a look at it. I got one of the robots' heads and its legs, too. It's... really fuckin' complex lookin'. Anyway they ain't doin' me any good, so I'll give 'em to whoever wants them. Maybe you can ferret out some information about our alien friends.


[EDIT; TEXT]
Ok since there's several people who want to mess with the goods, im just gonna be at the magnificent bakery downtown.... tomorrow night after hours? 10 pm. I'll have the stuff and everyone who wants to look can come look.

[[ooc: WORD OF MODS is that no useful information will be gleaned from the robot parts since they're so complex it's like a rodent looking at a nuclear bomb]]
theearth: (PRETENTIOUS STATUE TIME)
[personal profile] 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. ]
saiyanscholar: (Who me??)
[personal profile] saiyanscholar
[So Jeffrey was finally an adult and did something network-related all by himself yesterday. Be proud of him. It wasn’t easy. Go Jeffrey. And it’s given him something very important to ask you all. Something he absolutely hasn't been stressing over for the whole day.]

So, if somebody on here were to find out that they were descended from a species of aliens that wiped out the civilizations of whole planets, exactly how badly would that go over?

[Yeah, nobody will guess his most recent Echo from this. Smooth.]
allformii_ko: (Teruo... [Human])
[personal profile] allformii_ko
[There's a new girl on the Network - or at least, that's what it looks like at first. Two poofy pigtails on either side of her head in a darkish color, and some light, simple clothes that aren't particularly suited for the current weather... She appears to be curled up in an alleyway somewhere, her eyes filled with tears.]

Elly can't see the Network anymore. She told me I can't talk to anyone who can't see the Network, b-but that means I can't talk to her, either!

[Her voice, however - that may be familiar to some. Is that...

Mimi?
]

I-I finally figured out how to turn into a human, but now I can't talk to Elly! I wanted-- I wanted to be like her, but...

If I can't talk to her anymore, what's the point-?

[Her voice is stammering, filled with half-sobs, her shoulders bouncing with the effort of trying to keep her breathing even. And with the cold as it is... It's surprising she isn't freezing out there to begin with.

At this rate, it might take a bit before she can explain things more clearly.
]

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Feb. 16th, 2014 12:42 pm
bravelyspoken: (ϟ 41)
[personal profile] bravelyspoken
You know, I've never been a part of a secret society before. Never really been in the cool club at all, to be honest. Bit weird finally making the grade!

The question is, if we're all as fancy and special as everything here implies, do we get special code names and everything? You know, like proper superheroes would? Apparently there's no hazard pay involved, so some sort of perk would be great.

I draw the line at costumes. Not sure I'd look good in spandex.
chernobolt: (☆ and the lights burn out)
[personal profile] chernobolt
[Kara's staring seriously into the camera when it clicks on, hair pulled up into a messy bun and arms spread business-like across her desk. on her left is an impressive stack of children's valentines (you know the kind, the ones with cartoon characters you buy in boxes for the class party) and on her right is an equally impressive bag of fun size chocolate.]

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

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

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

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

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

We may arrange for a drop-off point if you are leery of having your identity revealed, but please do not let pride keep you from accepting it! There is only so much time in which I can make these deliveries. I promise that my penmanship is excellent and any good tidings I write will stave off the horrible life-crushing feelings!
reapsthewind: (36)
[personal profile] reapsthewind
[Chris is in the basement of her house. She looks like she probably hasn't slept since the snake attacks. Her hair is a mess, dark circles under her eyes... yep. Elian's visible in the background, slowly picking through the rubble.

-- hey, wait a second, Chris doesn't seem to have robot arms anymore? Also, this is probably the first time any of you have seen her with normal brown eyes. She looks totally human. Weird. It's clear, however, that she still remembers the network, because...
]

Okay, so, you guys are the worst party guests ever. Never having a kegger at my house again.

[She smiles, a bit weakly. It's a joke, guys. Get it??? omg funny???]

But no, seriously... I don't think our insurance covers attacks by giant snakes, and I really don't want to have to try to explain this level of damage to our homeowner's insurance guys. So if any of you have any skill in construction, or just... money, or something, help would be appreciated. And to whoever got the damn things away from the house before they exploded, thank you.

...

[she turns around. Also, for the sake of clarity from here out, Elian's going to be in blue with Chris in red]

HEY UNCLE, DOES THE HOMEOWNER'S INSURANCE COVER SNAKES? LIKE... AT ALL?

Cut for length )

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Jan. 21st, 2014 03:55 pm
sly_fox: (10)
[personal profile] sly_fox
So I may have had a run-in with a Blood Key. Nothing really happened. I managed to walk past him...

And now I can't stop breaking things. ....I got an echo and it's a pain in the ass. Enhanced strength isn't as neat as it sounds.

How on Earth does anyone get used to these new abilities? ...I think this is going to take me a while.
saiyanscholar: (Bookworm)
[personal profile] saiyanscholar
[It's so good to be able to type again. No more worries about accidentally breaking things just by touching them. ... Okay, there are still a few of those worries still, but for all intents and purposes, he's got it pretty under control. Which means he can feel more secure while posing a question or two to the network.]

I've been looking through some of the info we've got, and it seems there's at least two types of modifications going on. The police get modified with animal attributes, and the Blood Keys get cybernetic enhancements. I'm wondering why these different approaches have been taken, that it's been a uniform split in how people are enhanced, with no overlap that we know of. Matter of resources, maybe? I don't know. It just seems like an odd way to do things.
let_it_sn0w: (I was used to barleycorn)
[personal profile] let_it_sn0w
[The video feed flickers on to an extremely beautiful girl soaking in a bathtub, a tablet in a waterproof case collecting steam as she traces numbers into what looks like a pretty detailed study sheet. She's tacking out a paper about fractals, seemingly, and using what seems to be random numbers to get her point across.

One of those numbers isn't quite as random as she thinks it is, and she sets aside the tablet for a second to tie her platinum blonde hair up in a knot on top of her head. Then she resumes working... probably showing the network way, way more than she ever intended to. She's blissfully unaware for the moment, though, appearing to think that she is utterly alone. Which is how it should be, and how she likes it.

Until the phone rings, that is. Vivaldi's "Winter" is the ringtone, and she bites her lip, seeming annoyed.]

Hello? Um... No, sorry, I can't. I'm out at the moment... yeah, it's a... date.

[She laughs stiffly, her smile not reaching her eyes.]

Maybe next time. Tell him congratulations for me? Retiring after 14 years of being concertmaster is a big deal, after all. I'll pick up a card next time I'm out. The rest of you have fun. And have a happy New Year. Bye.

[She snaps her phone shut, sighing and leaning her head back against the tub. But before she can reach for her tablet again, her phone is ringing a second time. Caller ID displays a name that makes her go pale; she sets it aside, ducking her head underwater until it has stopped ringing.]
sugarslice: (11; and kiss me hard)
[personal profile] sugarslice
[ working at a grocery store means working christmas day. working at a bed and breakfast means working christmas night. working, in this case, means being sociable with a pleasant-enough elderly couple who lost their condo in the earthquake and are rolling in enough dough to stay at a b&b for now.

after everything is cleaned up and put away, angeline squirrels away to her room, only to experience the hollowing sensation of an echo before she gets inside. perplexed and just the slightest bit concerned, she continues to her bedroom, only to find a set of clothes lying haphazardly on her bed. given that her room is locked in her absence, their appearance strikes her as doubly odd.

was it... blood keys? the only other time she had experienced that hollowing sensation had been in their presence. she nervously creeps to the window, as if she could detect an intruder if there were one, but comes up with nothing. she searches the room, but finds nothing missing.

finally, she glances at her notebook.

grabbing it and a pen, she leans against the headrest of her bed and writes her network number down.

in slanted script: ]


Someone left some clothes on my bed. They must have done it within the last hour because the clothes weren't there the last time. Is this the work of Blood Keys?

Are any of you Blood Keys?

Sorry, I'm new.

[video]

Dec. 24th, 2013 02:20 pm
reapsthewind: (64)
[personal profile] reapsthewind
[Chris is wearing a yellow hard hat, a shirt that says BAH, HUMBUG! and green shutter shades with plastic holly glued to them]

Happy day before Atheist Children Get Presents Day, or whatever the hell you celebrate. If you're Jewish, happy Chinese Food and Movie Night. If you don't celebrate anything, uh...

[shrug]

Happy Tuesday.

I dunno what's up with the hat, guess it's just one of those weird random things we got unconnected to anything else. Also, sorry I haven't been around, dealing with stuff

[read: ignoring her problems and all this shit in her head and comforting her boyfriend and all that]

And one of the freelance programming projects I'm on just went into QA testing so I'm stuck doing the same damn action repeatedly and recording bugs. Fuuun.

Also, there's a sculptor hiding in my basement, who I've been avoiding because I did break his shit a while back. Hi Dave. I'm the person you occasionally see in the kitchen long enough to grab food and then disappear to my room. I have no idea if he celebrates a holiday at this time of year. Shit, I don't even know if we have a tree? Hey, Uncle, do we have a tree? Should I set up a plane to fly around the tree, because it's way cooler than a train?

Everyone who bought me gifts: I'm really sorry that I totally forgot to buy you all gifts and um. I guess I'll try for New Years? But seriously thank you all.
saiyanscholar: (Uh . . .)
[personal profile] saiyanscholar
[Real-time conversation makes him feel pretty awkward a lot of the time, but for reasons, he doesn't think trying text is the best idea.]

Um, so out of curiosity . . . [Right, it's totally just curiosity, Jeffrey. Way to go.] When any of you guys get a new ability . . . about how long does it take you to get used to it to the point where you're not doing it by accident anymore?
persuaderoll: (☆5)
[personal profile] persuaderoll
[ Daylen has been sat reading through things, eyebrow slowly rising incredulously as it gets stranger and stranger. It's rather like being in an episode of some supernatural television show where everything has an odd twist. Or like watching Ancient Aliens.

Disturbingly, he realises this kind of thing might mean those theories might hold weight too.
]

A friend of mine is rather fond of theories based around corruption, government conspiracies and so on. I'm not entirely sure if he'll be pleased, angry or both to discover he is right.

Or at the very least, seems to be. Forgive me if I take all this with a pinch of salt. If nothing else, the ramifications of all this are considerable from a legal standpoint. I admit, though, I am not entirely sure there is a legal precedent for how to deal with genetic modification via aliens.

If this is a joke someone please tell me quickly. I'd also appreciate knowing how on earth I've been signed up to this thing. I really don't recall doing it. Is there some kind of unsubscribe option? I can't see one.

I'm using Safari, if that's relevant.
saiyanscholar: (Default)
[personal profile] saiyanscholar
Who: Jeffrey, Daniel, and Elly
Where: Some area near the Dead District that was hit bad by the quake.
When: December 19th
What: Three college kids go to deliver care packages to earthquake victims and wind up, as many Numbered have lately, in the sights of the Blood Keys.
Warnings: Gonna be some violence in here. How bad it gets remains to be seen.

He who defends must merely survive. )

text

Dec. 16th, 2013 11:46 pm
ex_purity762: (Default)
[personal profile] ex_purity762
I have some updates regarding the care packages for people affected by the earthquake. After we discussed ideas, I contacted my father. He works for an advertising agency and thought it would be a good PR opportunity, so he convinced some client businesses with locations in-town to provide us with supplies.

Although I don't entirely like the motivation behind it, at least it means we can help people out. I'm going to get started with the list of items we all came up with, since there's not much time left before Christmas.

If anyone wants to help with that, let me know. There are specific cards those businesses provided for this. I can also give you a list of the businesses that agreed to help.




[ooc: Since there were no responses to the ooc post regarding this, advancing with the idea that Pierce's father got some companies to finance Operation Care Package Locke. Also if anyone wants to run into Pierce, he'll be hitting up various chain businesses like WalMart and Starbucks]
youngestone: (Broken Hearted)
[personal profile] youngestone
[The video isn't focused on Killian's face right away, just his lap. There's a bow (like the ones you shoot) sitting in it, and he's playing with it for a few minutes before he finally turns the video up to his face. It's only focusing on his profile but he still looks like shit.

About like he's been crying, actually. When he speaks he sounds like he's been crying, too]


There...um. The clinic--

[It's really hard to speak. He tries again]

My...mom and I were in the DD earlier and she...she got shot by the Blood Keys. I got her to LSR but she...

[He can't say it, clenching his eyes shut and taking a few moments to recover before continuing]

Um. Yeah. So if...if I'm not, uh, around then...that's. That's why. To help pay...you know, all that stuff, I'm--I got a pulse a bit ago and I can make really fancy jewelery now. [He reaches over and grabs a sample, holding it up to the camera while not looking at it. It's made from the stuff you get at a craft store but it's pretty intricate.] If...anyone wants one, or a bracelet or something, I can make one.

[He hesitates a little longer before reaching over to cut the video]
grannyfucker: (wild like a wolfpack howlin at the moon)
[personal profile] grannyfucker
Did you really think we wouldn't find you? That this network was safe and we'd never discover it?

Well here's a newsflash, my freaky friends: you were wrong. We know how to find you, and now that we can get onto this network, we'll even be able to get those of you who are hiding. We even know all of the people who used to be one of you. We have all the information on you little monsters we could possibly want, and then some. Nowhere is safe for you now.

Consider this your five-minute head start.

-Chief of Police, Simon Edwards

First Note

Nov. 24th, 2013 06:52 pm
allformii_ko: (Open this.)
[personal profile] allformii_ko
[The feed begins on video, but for some reason… Nothing is there. Is something wrong with the network…?

After a second, a cat hesitantly approaches the “camera”, sniffing at it and lifting a paw in the air, tentatively batting at it. It’s only when the paw actually hits the “camera” that she bolts away again, this time taking even longer to come back. If your character is still watching at this point, they’ll get to see her staring curiously at the screen for a bit longer. Surely this cat can’t actually be…?
]

What is this thing? And why are there so many people inside?

[…All said in the voice of a young teenage girl. Having apparently forgotten her fear entirely, she leans down to press her nose against the “camera”, clearly trying to investigate all the secrets it holds.]

What? What do you mean pe--

[There is a woman's voice off camera, somewhat familiar despite also being quite new. A face comes into focus, and at first she appears to be smiling, focusing down on the cat. Until she realizes what's going on however.

No, she couldn't have figured out how to use her tablet. She couldn't have somehow turned on the network. The dawning realization is quite apparent on the young woman's face as she quickly looks at her cat.

This definitely wasn't how she intended to have this happen.
]

Mimi, what did you do?

I pushed it some times! And then there were people inside!

[Mimi places a paw on it as she beams at Elly, clearly quite proud of herself. Look! She did a thing!]

[There's a very audible groan as she picks the cat up, pokes the screen a few times, and sighs.]

So. Hi.

This was not how I intended to ask this. Okay.

Um. My cat just started talking yesterday, and I don't know why. Um, I guess she's one of us now? Maybe?


[Yeah, this sounded just as stupid out loud as it did in her head. She winces a bit. Mimi why now?]

((OOC: Normal text is Mimi, Red is Elly [personal profile] worldmother!))
saiyanscholar: (Who me??)
[personal profile] saiyanscholar
Who: Jeffrey and YOU?
When: November 22nd
Where: LCU Campus
What: Jeffrey tries to figure out what the heck he's been dragged into while not looking suspicious about it. Let's see how that works for him.

Know what's weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change. But pretty soon, everything's different. )