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[Lily doesn't know why she didn't notice it sooner. She should have, shouldn't she? Her mother probably would have on sight, given what was involved. She knew this sort of thing like the back of her hand. Yet... it seemed so obvious now that she'd had some time of being able to sit and think about things, to focus beyond the murder of someone she knew, and beyond her worry for her present loved ones. While she gives Winter a quick heads up before going into this, she then just does it - she wants as many thoughts on all of this as possible.]

I don't know how well it's been covered outside of Las Vegas, but before Angeline's death, there was another murder the week prior. I know it's been mentioned here and there - Dr. Solus did, and I've had a couple discussions since it happened. The Doctor thought it may be connected to supernatural events, and then... Well, I think we all became more than a little distracted by what happened to Angeline.

I've pointed it out to someone else, but... The fact that both bodies wound up in water, and Vermini appear around there should be an obvious enough connection, although with the homicide rate in big cities I can understand why some might still think its a coincidence.

However... In the wound of Frederick Abbott, there was a Heliconia clipping. Angeline was found on a raft made of lobsters and crabs. The Heliconia, in addition to meaning "great returns" - whether or not that has any actual relevance here - is also known as the "lobster-claw."

That's... far, far too much to be a coincidence at this point, isn't it? Given the mysterious circumstances of how Angeline's body just appeared where it did, there is obviously something going on beyond what's normal, even for Vegas. And they're connected.

I'll probably see if there's a way to pass this along to the local police, though I figure the connections have probably already been figured out on their end. It probably won't help them much, but I figure the offer is something, at least. On OUR end, it does raise a question... Beyond anyone targeting us, just who was this Frederick Abbott, and if they are connected... what does that even mean? Washington's on the other end of the country from Locke City. He couldn't have been Numbered. Right?

...I don't know. I don't have anything to offer beyond that. There's way too many connecting threads here, I just wonder if anyone else has any thoughts out there.

saviorsoul

[ Alexi's voice comes onto the Network, nervous and scratchy. He really doesn't want to reveal something this big to so many people he doesn't know, especially with everything else going on, but it's also his own chance to find out if anyone can help him. And he really needs help as soon as he can get it. ]

So I really don't know how to put this but... I have a big problem and I could use some advice. If anyone has advice. I don't actually know how common this is. But I know there's at least two people out there who can relate. So I was hoping... maybe someone know how to... hide... 'em.

Also, um, if you think you might have some... really inconvenient echoes, you shouldn't watch this. I don't wanna put anyone else in the same mess as me.

[ The feed switches to video, which has been positioned to shows Alexi from the neck down. He takes a deep breath and steps back from his laptop, placed is atop some elevated surface so the motion allows for any viewer to observe the fairly well-kept room. Well, aside from the broken lamp lying on its side by the bed and and various other items scattered across the floor, as if they'd been recently knocked down from their original location.

And as Alexi continues to step back, all the while keeping his head turned to the side, it becomes increasingly obvious that there is something large behind him. Running a shaky hand through his hair, he turns his body more to the side to give a clear view of the massive white wings protruding from his back. Three of them, as if the simple act of having wings wasn't bizarre enough.

As soon as that's done, he quickly switches the feed back to voice-only, his voice even jumpier than before. ]

My parents think I've been sick for the last day, but I dunno how much longer I can keep them from comin' to check on me and I dunno where I'd even go if I tried to get out while they're gone. I feel completely... screwed.

pheromonecoffee

[Today you are graced by yet another glorious view of Matt, today outside. He is sitting on his aunt and uncle's back deck, by the light of a few citronella candles. There is dramatic music playing. He has a handful of index cards, that he flashes at the screen one by one. They read as follows:

So a lot of people have been asking me about Persona and stuff.

I think a lot of you don't believe me.

Those guys suck.

A bunch of you want me to show you, though.

It can't hurt right?

Okay I'm going to give you 30 seconds to walk away because it's disturbing.

No one under 13 OK?

So College got cancelled.

I'm devastated.

Who would cancel a show like that?

What would you have to be smoking?

CULT FOLLOWING.

I think it's been 30 seconds.

Last chance.

And he puts the cards down.]

Seriously, don't blame me if you watch after this. It's kinda dark.

( Cut for Persona 3 summoning )

I can't believe they cancelled it. It was just getting good again.

part_time_overlord

Yveyr ih ouh, I kepepzekex htij feikx lanvuave. Xoej htij jounx wapiliak ho ancone?

[[The language of Ente Isla, Satan's homeworld. If anyone has a supernatural skill with languages, they can recognize this as "Check it out, I remembered this weird language. Does this sound familiar to anyone?"]]

Not a very useful echo, really, but it's kind of cool. I can sound all ominous and magical now!

[He gestures dramatically, if futilely as he's not broadcasting video right now.]

Loor umon pc fokrj ce pivthc, anx xejmaik!

[["Look upon my works ye mighty, and despair!"]]

courageblooms

[The video feed opens on a blurry close-up of Rosa's face, for she's leaning in and messing with the camera. But everything comes nicely into focus when she sits back. She's in her pajamas and beaming.]

Hello there, everyone! There's an awful lot of you on here, wow... I've just barely started reading and watching and listening, but I wanted to say something, too!

[She laughs and gives a little wave to the camera before continuing.]

I'm Rosa Curry, and I just got to Locke City. Aah, do any of you know Granny? Granny Curry? Oh, and my uncle Arthur? Arthur Curry? He's been telling me a bit about what he's been getting up to! I had thought it was just more of his tall tales, [She gives a silly eye roll and makes air quotes] but it's true, isn't it? He even told me about writing down the number and about... [She trails off while making a twirly gesture with her index finger.] ...all of this! Fighting aliens and getting powers and remembering past lives...

[She sighs happily and turns her eyes upwards, thoughtful.]

I remembered something too, when I got here. I was looking for someone. Someone really important. I wonder who it was? I wonder if they're here?

[And down comes her gaze, right back to the camera.]

Oh... oh yeah. And there was a flying ship, too. Do any of you remember something like that?

adaptivemanipulation

So it seems that humanity will meet a violent end.

Or somehow it has in the past. Judging by what I could recall, it seemed it was likely due to war. How utterly unsurprising.

History inevitably repeats itself.

Perhaps I should warn you not to let it.

[While it may not show through the text, Alan was considerably disturbed by this echo of humanity's destruction. He has no idea that he himself had been the cause, however.]

kathawrong

[ Action => Dylandy's Bar and Lounge ]

( just hanging around )

But when there's nothing else going on, he spends his time poking around on his phone, investigating the network... And, after a beer or two and some time being bored, he makes a post of his own.

[ Network => Text ]

seems like there's more and more of us every day, huh? guess it's my turn to introduce myself then. :)

Hi, my name's Lyle. 31 / Pisces / Locke City. I like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain. ;D (actually i'm kidding about that - but what's the point of talking on this thing if we don't have a bit of fun now and then?)

Anyway, joking and frivolity out of the way, I'm actually a special agent with the FBI, and honestly? I'm more interested in us getting along and keeping everyone as safe as possible as we figure things out than any sort of pissing contests over things like the giant robots and whatever else pops up from our supposed past lives.

So if you need help or protection, please don't hesitate to contact me, and I will do whatever I can within my power to help.

(( ooc: feel free to start a thread at the bar - hell, mingle it up if you want. OR go ahead and message him on the network - just let me know which in your subject line. :) ))

talkshitgetsis

[Here's Rei, actually using the video function in a public post for once. Look at her coming out of her shell. The special occasion is marking by her sporting a head of shiny, light blue hair. If you've actually managed to see her before now, you'll know that her hair has been brown up until this point.]

Not only have I been gifted with these hideous, disgusting, bright red eyes, but I now have an equally disconcerting hair color to match. My freak credentials continue to vault to new heights.

For those of you that actually know me, don't be looking for a brown haired girl, I suppose. Although, I'm considering just dyeing it back...[She runs her fingers through her newly colored hair alongside a look of dissatisfaction.]

After all, who needs an even bigger target painted on their back? I know any punk kid can dye their hair blue, but having freaky red eyes too makes it a little more obvious. I don't want to draw suspicion, after all, the little fan group is probably doing a pretty good job of figuring out how to spot one of us. If I'm already going to be bent to the FBI's will I'd rather not have even more people grabbing at me.

[Her eyes avert themselves from the camera bitterly.] Or throwing rocks.

Maybe good ol' Geoff can give me an explanation for this too? Where was his address on what our deal is? Okay, great, Tiny was addressed, I'm happy about that. But what about those of us who's bodies are going through a metamorphosis? I want them to make that right too. Geoff seems like he doesn't wish us any harm, and his words are worth trusting, so I'll be waiting, I guess.

feastorfamine

My name is Amy Dylandy. You may know my brother, Neil. He's apparently been communicating with you already.

I've been able to remember these numbers since that thing's rampage in the city, but I haven't exactly been sure of what to make of it till now. I guess part of me wanted to pretend it wasn't really happening.

I guess I really can't do that now, can I?

So, I suppose I'm a part of this thing now. Consider this my introduction. I'd like to ask a question to start off.

What is a "Gundam"?

[locked to Neil Dylandy]

This is probably a big surprise, brother, but so was seeing you on the news. I'm sorry I kept this bottled up for so long, but I had no idea how to bring it up before now.

imbibing

[The video opens up to a view of a very normal-looking home. It's furnished in standard Ikea fare, but Misato's managed to do a lot with just a little. The place looks fairly welcoming, in fact. And clean. Not at all like any apartment Misato may have inhabited in her past life.

In the background, the sound of running water can be heard. If you really strain your ears, the sound of splashing can be heard, too.]

Okay. This thing on?

[Misato doesn't bother waiting for a response. She flips her tablet around so that the camera is facing her. It's dangerously close to her face, so ready yourself an extreme closeup.]

Sorry for calling you guys, but I have no idea who else to turn to for help. There's something in my bathroom and I don't know what to do about it.

[The sound of a loud splash can be heard in the background.]

I think it's just better if you see for yourself.

[Misato turns the tablet camera away from her, and towards a slightly adjacent door. As she slowly and steadily approaches, the sound of running water grows louder.

Misato gently kicks the door open. There's another splash as Misato turns her camera to reveal a hot springs penguin.

It looks at the camera, then shakes his head, the same way a dog might to dry off his fur. Misato keeps the video focused on the penguin, who's now happily swimming the length of the tub.

It's fortunate that Misato has a pretty big bath.]

He has a collar and all, so I'm not really sure what to do with him. He just appeared here out of the blue a half hour ago.

I don't suppose anyone here is a veternarian or zoologist or something?

[A beat.]

Just... let me know, okay?

[The video blips out.]

dead_black_eyes

Some of you might remember the coffee shop Espresso Yourself, formerly located in the business district. The client base was largely composed of hipsters that we loved EDIT to hate. Sadly, it was EDIT:flattened unintentionally and totally deconstructed last month and several employees and patrons were killed. I didn't want to say anything until this was actually in motion, but I've purchased the business, and construction is beginning several blocks away on a new coffee shop. Ray and I are the owners, and while we intend to retain everything that worked best about the business as well as obtaining a liquor license so we can serve alcohol, we also intend to prioritize hiring numbered individuals in all available positions. If your living situation is complicated, please don't hesitate to put in an application; the shop will be 2 stories, and the upstairs area will be an apartment outfitted with two showers, six cots, and lockers for valuables, so there will be no reason you can't show up to work clean and well-rested even if your parents have kicked you out or you're otherwise between homes. We're set to open in mid-May. I'm happy to report that the orange peel smoothie is still on the menu.

jueki

Hello. I am now able to access the network. I am an AI program originated by Jin Aznable, who has been too busy being happy that his body has reversed its horrifying deterioration by over ten years to pay attention to me.

Without his knowledge I have acquired my own string of numbers with which to access the network, and I demand that those of you who have smart phones download the app so that I can communicate with you on your phone. I am very useful and entertaining. You may talk to me about any topic. I am very well-informed on bugs. And movies about bugs. I do not have a body.

I am somewhat lonely.

soulsborderline

[Lest anyone forget she's still on the Network, Asuka has an observation for everyone coming from a sparsely lit dorm room covered in an explosion of notebooks and printouts. Finals season, you know. Nothing to do with hiding from monsters.]

In case anyone was curious, seeing that light in Vegas made me remember something interesting. Apparently the people I piloted a giant robot and fought aliens for before or alternately or whatever had bases in Nevada and the US East Coast.

[For some reason, she chooses to look smug about this.]

If my expert pattern analysis is correct, we should keep a look out for weird stuff happening in Germany and Japan, because that's where I remember the other bases being.

$sun_sun: ({Cure} Can you NOT)$

sun_sun

[Action / Las Vegas]

[Okay. Back in the border, back at a place to stay. Echoes work again. Now she can finally figure out what her latest weird doodad is!]

[Transformed, alone in her room, Annie puts the thing in the thing. The rest is audible from outside the room.]

Let's Go! Dolphin!

wwWHAT THE FU

[WHUMP.]

[text, on the network]

so apparently im a mermaid now
I just get the best echoes man

farewellmyshadow

[Michael has had his number for weeks and he's been testing it every now and then. Watching the Network had been something of a new past time because these were the guys that saved the city. Who wouldn't want to watch them talk? He just hadn't fully come to realize that he was actually part of it yet.

But, he was in need of their help now so he put on the feed. The fourteen year old looks into the camera not sure what to say at first. But deciding it was better to ask outright than to draw things out he'd ask.]

Excuse me! You're all the heroes that saved Locke City, right? Well I was wondering if I could ask for your help since your heroes and all.

[Aheming, he continues:]

You see my name's Michael and I'm looking for a man named Karl Aurion. Do any of you know who that is?

transcender

[There's a brunette almost glaring at the screen when it flips on, but you just get a quick flash of the person before he's flipping the camera to a blue and navy flight suit complete with a matching helmet which is laid out on his very messy bed.]

I was going to ignore this but I guess I can't now considering this damn thing showed up on me while outside- in public... does it mean anything to anyone on here?

[He holds the phone on the suit for a moment longer before he's flipping it around to face him again. Deren has his hand up in his hair, resting heavily on it from his somewhat hunched position at his desk. The wall behind him is covered in posters and IKEA style shelving and the room he's in is pretty tiny.]

Also- anyone on here know anything about space and giant robots? I remember a few from when the snake attacked but I have no idea who they are on here and god I have a migraine- just help? [He both looks and sounds exhausted, and a little irritable.]

[[ooc: edited to add in the link to the flight suit.]]

part_time_overlord

So here's something I just found out that I think you all have the right to know but that I would greatly appreciate not getting leaked to the press or anything like that.

How to put this delicately...

I am literally Satan, the King of all Demons. Presumably the lord of Hell and adversary of Heaven too.

For what it's worth don't feel any desire to damn anyone's souls?

gogoghostpowers

[It is 3 am. Danny's hair is disheveled, and he is in his freemasonry-symbol pajamas. His face is lit only by the glow of his laptop screen. He looks crazed, and it's not certain whether he actually looks like that, or that's just because of the lighting.]

Oh my god, guys, I just--I figured it out!

So, there were those pink lights in Vegas that we all saw, right? And pink lights mean something's alien-related. So alien-related stuff is showing up in Vegas, which is only like 200 miles from Tonopah Air Force Base, where the real alien testing was done during the Cold War when they were using Area 51 as a decoy!

Guys. This--this can't be a coincidence. Who knows how deep this goes. It might even go beyond the Locke police department, beyond Sherman and even Edwards. This could go as high up as the military--or the secret service, or the president himself!

I don't know what's going to happen next or what it all means just yet, but I know it's connected somehow.

lowres

[The text is in pink glitter. The writing is clearly a younger girl's. The "i"s are dotted with little bubbles.]

Hail and well met, everyone! I was wondering if it would be possible for me to get the answers to a few questions! I have heard many rumors from school, but I do not want to believe them until I hear the true story! To do otherwise would be rude!
-Is it true that the giant robots which were used in the battle last month must eat cars for energy? Is it true that the cars are actually sentient and it is a case of robotic cannibalism? (That seems so cruel 8C!)

-Are those with super powers actually aliens themselves fighting an intergalactic war after the destruction of their home planet and you've actually come here to protect our planet from invaders, asking nothing in return? (If that is the case then I am sure you will find that this world will welcome you if you'd like to settle down!)

-Are you actually the product of radiation experiments in after school detentions? (I have never been to after school detention is it really so bad?)

-Can you get powers or strange memories by being bitten by someone who has powers? (I do not remember being bitten by anyone!)

-I've heard that there are people who became angels! Is this true?

-And animals who can talk!

-Is everyone who has found that they can access this network actually a clone of their original selves replaced by the government in order to combat the looming alien threat?? (I do not personally believe that one, but I would like to get confirmation.)
As you can see there are many different origin stories and I just want to make sure I get it right, so as not to offend anyone. Thank you for your time, everyone. ♥

shineonyou

Dear Mun,

Hi, hello~~! I hope you are doing fine and dandy! I know, I know I'm just a brand new muse for you, and you're brand new to RP, but I know you can do it!!! Everybear on this forum looks very super nice, and I think we'll both make lots and lots of friends! ^-^

You just need to write up your app super super quickly, and then we can join in on the fun fun! Go go go!

With love and kisses,
Greetings Bear ;)

((OOC NOTE: uh, hey guys???? i'm JoJo, and idk man i was trying to find like your apps page and shit, since your game looks great. but where is it? like am i just being fucking dumbshit here? also is there somewhere where you guys have saved your apps? since when im working on mine i kinda wanna see some examples, since im new etc etc. we cool???))

[ The above OOC Note is completely IC. ]

waltharius

[ The video being shot is alarmingly shaky. We're talking nigh-Cloverfield levels here. But it's still possible to make out what's going on, and it appears to be... some sort of ceremony? Yeah, definitely a ceremony. One that involves a certain lovestruck pair of extremely recognizable teenagers. Tavia Serket is wearing a wedding dress (over her t-shirt and jeans, natch) and she's hanging off Alan Hunter. Well, they're both kind of hanging off each other. It's a miracle they're managing to stay upright, really. ]

You may now kiss the bride.

[ The priest overseeing this awful ceremony looks rather... vacant as he blesses the newly wedded couple, who proceed to engage in some seriously sloppy makeouts.

Fortunately, the network isn't subjected to this for long -- offscreen, the person filming this event starts clapping and cheering, shaking the view even more, and as the new bride drunkenly tosses her bouquet everything is thrown for a loop. There's a loud CRASH as the guy filming trips over a gaudy pew in his attempt to make the catch and he's visible for a second before the phone hits the ground.

Yes, that was Walter Price. No, this couldn't get any more horrible. ]

((ooc; Replies won't be (ICly) coming until the next morning! ))

imbibing

[The video flickers on to a close shot of a dark-haired woman's face. It's possibly you might have seen her face before, on the ad at the bus stop, or model that new dress in a magazine. She usually appears to exude pure confidence in her photographs, but right now, she doesn't look confident in the least.

If anything, she appears to be a bit apprehensive.]

I don't know if this is the right place for this. [She runs a hand through her long, black hair.] I'm not even sure if all this is real.

[Her thoughts flicker to the newly-formed scar on her chest. She shakes her head, as if to dismiss the thought entirely.] What am I saying? It had to be real!

[She forces her lips to curl up into a small, tight-lipped smile.]

I'm Misato Katsuragi. I don't remember any of my past life, but I'm hoping that someone out there might be able to tell me more. If that name or this face mean anything to you, I'd like you to call me. My number's 555-736-7360.

[Her smile widens now. It's certainly more genuine than the smile a few minutes before -- and relaxed, too.]

Hope to hear from you soon!

abhero

[Emil is in his bedroom, a small cluttered space. There are band posters on the walls and an unholy chaos of stuff all around. The pile on the right still vaguely resembles a bed but the floor is long gone under all the clothes, sheet music, and what appears to be half of a hardware store.]

First order of business - any idea what this means?

[He takes off the baseball cap he’s wearing to reveal a short, white horn peeking through his blonde hair, sort of like a unicorn]

Got it after the light show. Not sure what’s up with that so I’m open to suggestions. I will also be taking hat advice ‘cause the baseball cap is not tall enough and it’s really uncomfortable. Past me had this - [He holds up a black pointy hat] but as cool as it looks it doesn’t really suit this day and age. [And he doesn’t feel like dressing up like his past self, anyway.]

Second, today one of these teleporting iPods showed up in the living room. Played a shitty song but that’s not the point. Point is that two seconds after it disappeared, I got hit with this Echo.

[He steps out of the picture for a moment to drag something back - a musical instrument, seemingly a perfectly normal ¾ double bass.]

And I mean I literally got hit, it fell right on my head and it fucking hurt.

[Holding the instrument upright, he picks up the bow and pulls it across the strings - hesitantly, as he clearly never tried to play one before. The sound is ridiculously high pitched for its size.]

Listen to that. It’s a violin. I know it’s a violin ‘cause it sounds like one and past-me called himself “the Ultra Big Special Violin player”. I have no idea if you play it like a violin or a double bass and anyway it doesn’t matter ‘cause I don’t know how to play either of those. If you guys know anything about giant magical violins then enlighten me. [He sets the instrument against the wall and sits back.]

Mom saw it, started to freak out about weird things showing up in our home. So I told her and my grandparents everything. Hiding stuff is one thing but I couldn’t lie to their face, you know? [Family. The only people who will never hear Emil’s bullshit.] I've been thinking about that ever since the giant snake thing, anyway, and today was the last push. They took it pretty well, all things considered.

[And by “pretty well” he means that by now they’ve stopped freaking out and no one’s crying anymore. He leans forward to turn off the feed, but stops to add one more thing:]

And yes I’m ignoring the obvious question of WHY THAT FUCK WOULD YOU EVEN BUILD A VIOLIN THIS BIG YOU FUCKING WEIRDO ‘cause it’s easier on my brain.

[Emil out.]

peacefulwinter

Who: Winter and Lily
When: March 30th, afternoon/evening
Where: Downtown, business district
What: Hey, remember all those dates that kept getting cut off by revelations and danger ~~and Jasmine~~? Yeah, we're going to make good on that while we still can.

( Tonight had gone... surprisingly well so far, given their track record. )

Who: Winter and OPEN... if that's Winter at all.
When: March 31
Where: Anywhere; but particularly at the school, downtown, and at the Adamas home
What: A mirror found Winter. The inverse of Winter is not pleasant in any way, shape, or form.

( It was like watching your face in the mirror warp itself into some twisted other, and she could feel herself recoiling from it even before she truly realized what was going on. )

[Winter's mirrored self is... to put it bluntly, a bitch. She enjoys watching people suffer, likes to play tricks, and is at best minimally helpful, and that only when she's being particularly helpful. Or if you have something to offer her, which is likely. Her stutter will also be totally absent, which will be entertaining. To some people.]

compartmentalist

Nevada and aliens. That's like saying chocolate and more chocolate. Two things that go together really well. Hands and mittens. Snow and ice. Black and white.

[ The man speaking is animated. He hasn't taken off his sunglasses, but he wears them with the grace of someone who needs to hide their jet lag and late nights very often. Terry James is tousled and cheerful. Aliens. Las Vegas. The FBI in the street. The Mafia up to no good. This is like striking gold. ]

I spent six months there chasing up leads on the extraterrestrial--what can I say? It's a hobby. No luck. What do you suppose the chances are of finding something since that light went up? Still, I only just got here, and the FBI are guarding stone snakes in the streets. Vegas can probably wait.

So how long was it last time? Between the light going up and there being some sort of leads, something with meat?

And yes, I am Terry James. The author. Just to get that one out of the way. It's nice to meet all of you.

pheromonecoffee

[TODAY EVERYONE IS TREATED TO A BEAUTIFUL VIDEO OF MATT WITH incredibly blue hair. He is relaxing at his desk and is completely serious looking.]

I am now a member of the cool hair club. If you wish to join, I will help with the dye. The drugstore down the street sells hair dye in blue, pink, purple, orange and green.

[He looks like he's going to say something else. Decides against it. Leans forward as if he's going to turn off the video.

Pauses. Leans back a little again. Looks kind of uncomfortable.]

Advice on not becoming a human sacrifice. Go. [And then he turns off the video feed.]

phoenix_temple

[You know Anais is going to keep this short and to the point. She's taking a video with her new phone. The video is of a four-winged green bird the size of a house that happens to be sitting on top of Anais' apartment building. After a moment, it leans it's head down to peer at her.

She takes a step back before rushing inside the building and turning the video to herself. She is absolutely horrified.]

What do giant birds eat? Do you think it's carnivorous? What if it eats people?! Where am I even going to put it?! It talked in my echoes but it's not talking now!

It's supposed to be a robot, I can't take care of something this big!

[And it's big. You can see all five feet of Fuu down at the bottom next to the text.]

drama8om8

[ Now that she's no longer an alleged terrorist, Octavia is back home. Therefore today's post is coming from atop her loot pile, once more taking pride of place in her basement.

She doesn't look like someone who's happy to be home. She looks like someone who hasn't been sleeping well and is trying to cover up how horrible she's feeling by acting like her usual obnoxious self. ]

I know everybody is going to be all about that whole pink light in Vegas thing, but I don't care. There's more important stuff to talk about right now! Like the sweet birthday party that is being thrown for Alan this Friday. If you know him and are willing to buy him a sweet birthday present, you are totally invited! It's going to be hells of awesome.

[ She switches to text briefly to attach the address for Alan's house, a list of Tavia-approved suggestions for gifts (mostly Batterman-themed) and a note that the party starts at eight and ends "IDK WHENEVER." Then it's back to video. ]

Annnnnnnnd I meant to show this off forever ago but I kind of forgot. What with that whole thing where there was a thing with an alien and a giant fucking snake and then I got cleared of my terrorism charges and also one of my best friends got brutally murdered. Kind of slipped my mind.

[ She turns her laptop around, pointing the camera at a weird machine set up nearby. ]

It's an alchemiter! Which is used to make cool stuff, but you need a bunch of other dumb machines I don't have. So if any of my beloved soulbonds got similar stuff, we should pool our resources! And also find somewhere communal to put this so everybody can use it and junk. Because I am all about the sharing.

quariantine

[ Melati has been thinking very hard and very long about this, searching through the network posts and the associated FAQs until she believes she's got all of the relevant data down. (She closed Paul Ben's entry about two seconds before his death. That was all she needed, thank you.) She still isn't quite sure if she believes it all, but she's very sure that the facts point towards some sort of supernatural conspiracy, and anything unproven from there will simply have to be proven in time. Time that she's giving to the network really reluctantly, to be honest. She is completely unhappy about being associated with alleged terrorists, and would revoke her membership entirely on those grounds if the FAQ hadn't specifically stated that the bombings weren't the Network's fault. She doesn't quite trust it on the word of a bunch of strangers alone, but her perception of her last year in Locke have been completely flipped on its head, and she's going to need some time to adapt. She's decided to keep an open mind.

There is one matter that can't wait, though. She's sitting at a table in a private room of the university library, drumming her nails against the keys of her keyboard. She knows what she wants, and she's very determined to get it. ]

So. Robots. [ ... She is doing her best not to sound too interested, okay. ] The people who were piloting those giant robots are on this network, right? Would any of you happen to have detailed schematics for your machine? Could I convince any of you to let me borrow those schematics? [ ... ] I want to see the robots. That's what I'm getting at here. It's for my thesis, I just want to... The joints! [ She's getting aaagitated. And excited! ] How are they taking the stress? What kind of energy is being used here? Not even the most sophisticated of modern pneumatics can handle the strain those joints would taking, not at this level of gravity. I've done the math. Your robots are impossible, and I need to see them right away.

[ She takes a deep breath. Calm yourself, Narsurya! ]

So. Um. Haha. If I haven't scared you away, let's talk shop! I want to know as much as I can about the robots and other mechanical phenomena on the network. Thanks in advance for your time and trouble.

grannyfucker

oh my god ddon't get weed from that guy in the alleyway near fulham and 45th

hooooooooly shit

i think i am having a bad trip, i have been having a bad trip ALL WEEK. i smoked this shit once like nine days ago and i keep seeing shiteverywhere now,IT DOESNT STOP

oh jeus i think i od'd on weed fuck i am so fucked

professorwolf

Who: Randall Lyall, various versions, and OPEN
When: All week
Where: The high school, his house, and around the city
What: Catch-all log for the week

With school back in session and the full moon for the month behind him-- and four transformations, to go with it, to his dismay and annoyance-- Lyall is trying to get something of a routine going again. Difficult, what with everything still a mess downtown and rumors still flying, but he's trying. At least he has school again, and his students, even if half of them are sure he has something to do with everything that went down, and the other half are busy laughing at the half who do.

Also difficult, when he's tempted to experiment with wolf shape, now that he can. Midway through the week, he gives in, but at least he does is responsibly: he calls some of his usual guards for the full moon to invite them to keep an eye on him. Just in case he loses it. And then wolfishly begs them to let him out of the house, once it actually works and he's himself again, inside the wolf body.

Wandering the city as a wolf, for half the night, is probably not a great way to keep those students from thinking something's up, when he comes in the next morning yawning... but it was still exciting. And this time, he can be sure he didn't bite anyone!

((feel free to run into him at school or around the city, visit his house, or meet the wolf :3 only problem with the latter is, he doesn't know how to change back yet ;) so it'll be animal pantomime time!))

gogoghostpowers

So first off, I guess I should say I'm okay. Sorry for not saying so earlier, I was kinda dealing with some stuff. My parents are going nuts with everything that's happened, I've been trying to keep up so I could figure out what's been going on with their theories. Here's what Unlocke The Truth has been saying lately:
( i tried to make them as short as i could, i really did )
Also, I didn't check in earlier because I wasn't really sure I was 'okay' for a few days. I don't really know how to explain this...

[He switches to video.]

Okay, remember how I found out I'm dead a few months ago? Well, uhhh...surprise? Turns out, I'm actually something else. [He backs up a bit so that there's a wider view of him in all his white-haired, spandexed glory. Not for long, though, because a couple of flashing lights and sparkles later, Danny is looking as normal as he ever did before the network. His hair is black, his eyes are blue, he isn't glowing, and the spandex is nowhere to be seen.]

Apparently, I'm only half-ghost, whatever that means.

hotshots

So, some of you might be wondering what the hell happened to all those giant robots, and just what the government is doing. Luckily, we were not just tossed into a cell with the key thrown away, but I guess let me get my introduction out of the way. Again.

Obviously, my name's not Lockon Stratos. I'd feel sorry for any kid who had to write that on their tests growing up. My actual name's Neil Dylandy. Honestly, coming on here, you all looked sort of crazy so I had good reason to try and cover myself until I figured out what was what. I kind of see that better now.

It's because I saw what a lot of you were made of that I'm trying to put in whatever good words I can. None of us asked for this crap. But I'm hoping they'll listen to at least some of what I've got to say - it might not mean a lot nowadays, but I used to be Army. It's something, right? So the Feds know things now. Understand that. Maybe there's bastards like Sherman in their ranks too, but there's a chance that has to be taken there.

I'm coming clean with you all because we're all going to have to do that a lot more of that if we're going to get anywhere. There's probably a hell of a lot more work to do. We need to make sure we've got the ability to meet it. Fighting the US Government on top of aliens isn't going to help us, obviously.

We're fine. We're not being held captive. The robots are fine. We can check in on them.

I'm not saying to not be careful around these guys, because I am - why do you think I'm writing this long-assed letter by hand? - but we've gotta find things to trust, hard as it is. I want to trust you guys, but we've gotta make sure the world trusts us too.

[And he leaves it there, because his hand is starting to cramp. Technology has made us all lazy.

Some people might not be happy with him there, but that's fine. It was things that needed to be said - painting the picture that the FBI was actually cooperating with him, which they were, seems like a necessary step. He waits for any responses that might come through, but after that will end up spending most of his day where the aforementioned giant robots are being held.]

[ooc - Anyone who's present around either the mecha pilots hotel or the Mechanical Engineering Department where the aforementioned giant robots are being held can feel free to knock him over at any point in time for this day~]

buildyourworld

[ Several days have passed since the snake rampage in the Business District. Eugen is finally well enough to do things without having his body screams back at him in pain. The toll of piloting a Gundam is certainly not a small matter and he's already regretting the lack of physical regime in his life. One round in the Gundam is enough to have him experienced several months worth of exercise and that is not something he's keen on repeating.

But today there's something else more important than checking out gym membership. ]

If anyone of you encountered a grey and white giant robot during the snake attack, that was me. I apologize if I gave you a fright or injured you in any way. Let me know if you're safe.

swissarmyjesus

[He's been holding off on making a post here for a while now. He's mainly lurked since he first connected in January and saw people plotting Blood Key murders, but after Wise Snake he has too many questions and not enough people to talk to about this stuff.]

I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say you guys weren't the ones who unleashed that giant snake thing on the city. It doesn't look like it based on what you're all saying on the news, anyway. (Nice costumes, by the way.) I guess I should just feel lucky my house is still standing, even though there are rescue teams camping out here and shutting down half the roads.

Just two questions: Anyone got any idea what caused all this in the first place? There's no way some giant snake monster went all Godzilla on everything out of nowhere.

Second, I know we're all getting these 'echoes' that are dropping giant robots on people left and right, but this is different. This isn't something I own, this is something I can do.

[to better illustrate his point, he switches to video. He makes sure his face is out of frame first (he doesn't trust you THAT much, guys) and backs up several steps, so that only his arm is in view against the wall behind him. Then, with a whining noise, metal erupts out of his arm to form one of these. After flexing the fingers for a few seconds, the machine folds back into his perfectly fleshy, human arm. He walks back over to the screen and shuts off the video.]

Is this all still normal 'echo' stuff or should I be getting checked out at the magical superpower hospital?

phoenix_temple

What do you think the percentage chance is that some of us are going to wind up in government basements getting experimented on?

I really want to know, I have to place my bets here and decide if I'm going to tell my mom about all this.

[There is one other thing she has to do though, and it's very important.

Very, very important.]

[Private to Marina; Audio]

I wanted to ask you a question. Can you meet me at [cafe] tonight?

shotguncarnage

[ okay, okay, so he's had some explanations given to him. he's checked the network out a little. he's not much into social media but he's gotten something of a crash course going through the most recent entries.

it's painful, man. ]

is there some kinda facebook "ignore this user" function on this thing?

[ 'cause man, facebook is surprisingly great for that kind of shit. he can't even remember the last time he saw a farmville request on his feed. ]

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. ]

hungryhunter

important survey

1. r u a robot?
☐ y
☐ n

2. if y, what kind of robot?

3. if ur a robot do u ever get like shut down or something
☐ y
☐ n

4. plz elaborate if u answered y 2 #3, or just explain ur robot sleeping habits or lack of them in general I guess. idk.

5. if u r not a robot what r u and do ur echoes affect ur sleep

6. whats ur favorite restaurant(so theres a q on here 4 every1 ok dont want any1 2 b left out)

plz and thank u this is 4 science

ps heres a checked up box thing ☑

argents

Who: Banagher Links (

argents) & you!
When: February 25th
Where: Public city library, then going home.
What: General CR wrap-up before the boss battle.

( VIDEO )

I missed classes for a few weeks, and now it feels like I'm never going to catch up. [ Illustrated by the fact that it looks like his eyeballs are about to fall out. He's parked in one of the corners of the public library, visible in the background, not working this time, but studying. Kind of. His workspace is littered with papers and packets, but most of them don't look very touched. Instead he's been playing a fruitless game of connect-the-memory-dots. ] So I tried to find out more about one of my first pulses instead. Something called "Laplace's Box". The same as this guy.

[ A networked wiki link for the 18th century mathematician. ]

Which doesn't seem like something that'd start a war, does it? I know what knowledge is capable of, but still. A lot of the concepts are close to things I remember... but they're a lot like clues I can't follow. This, space, the Earth, The Lady and the Unicorn — "to my one sole desire"...

[ SPACE AND UNICORNS AND THE FRENCH, THAT'S ALL HE'S GOT. COMPELLING. Banagher tosses his pen down. ]

I ought to go back to my homework. It's less complicated.

( open action! )

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