savetheearth | Entries tagged with final fantasy xiii: serah farron

[ Noah appears on screen, sitting in front of his laptop. He wasn't really meaning to show off the clothes he'd echo'd back weeks ago thanks to Sierra, but… ]

Well, forget about the aliens and all that stuff-- past me had no sense of fashion! And may have been… completely batshit, but anyway-- [ IMPORTANT POSTS, BROUGHT TO YOU BY NOAH. He'll just have to show you. He stands up and stands back to show off what he's wearing, though it's clear he's not sure how to hold himself in such… well, weird-ass clothes. ]

Look at these pants, I could fit a freaking kitchen sink in these. Like it took me two hours to figure out that they were pants, and not like a parachute or something.

I guess it's not so bad compared to what my sister-- [ A lightbulb goes off in Noah's head. ] Actually, you totally need to see my sister's outfit. And her hair. Just-- hold on a second!

[ He dashes off, leaving the video showing a view of his bedroom. Wow, stunning. When he comes back, it’s with his sister in tow. Notably, her hair is now a nice shade of pink, and she’s (incredibly reluctantly) wearing something other than her usual jeans and sweaters combo. There’s an ace bandage on her left arm, a few inches below the shoulder, for some reason or another. She’s also carrying a cat. ]

I don’t see why you wanted me to - [ And theeeeen she sees the camera on his laptop is on. ] Noah Callahan, don’t tell me you’ve got this connected to the network!

Uh… okay, I won't tell you? [ Noah shrugs, somewhat sheepish. ] I mean, I figured you'd totally want to show off your duds and cat to our comrades-in-weird, right?

No! [ THIS ISN’T EVEN THE SORT OF THING SHE USUALLY BOTHERS TO POST ABOUT...Which, since she has thus far bothered to post about joining the network and having healing powers, is sort of obvious. She looks torn between laughing and scolding some more. ] It’s - I’m - it’s so pink.

[ Noah seems to think that this is the sort of thing that the numbers network should totally be used for, sharing the absurdity of echoes! ] You're the pinkest leprechaun there ever was. [ SO MUCH LAUGHTER ] Sierra Pink Callahan. Pinky!

[ Aaaand then she smacks his shoulder. ] That’s not my name. [ To the network. ] It’s not, really. It’s Sierra Irene. Anyway, we’ve wasted enough of their time, okay? So let’s just... [ END THIS...

How is this a waste of time? Okay, but Noah shrugs and heads back over to his laptop. With a small wave, he shuts off the video. This has been another installment of Who Let The Callahan Siblings On The Network. ]

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.]

struckout

[ It's not often Kallie makes an initial, non-private post to the network, but - true to the same form as her previous attempts, she jumps right into things, her tone quiet but tense. ]

Yeah, I don't think for a second that this is over. In less than a couple weeks, it'll have been a year since the numbers first started working for us. This network.

... We still don't know where it came from, but. It's still here. People are still feeling pulses.

[ She takes another quick breath, but then... that's all. Suddenly, she's a lot angrier than she was a few moments earlier- half because just look at the state of the damn city now, and half because... none of this still makes any sense to her. Of course, she herself recognizes it's possible she's out of the loop even more than newer folk, given her almost stubborn at times detachment... though that's definitely not something that makes her feel any better.

To be honest, she's not entirely certain where she was even going with this. She just felt it needed to be vented anyway.

After all, today's the one year anniversary of her very first Echo. Somehow, she doesn't feel like celebrating. ]

enchants

[ Obviously there's a struggle to hold the camera still. Two potentially familiar voices are in a scramble. Not that they just ran away from the hospital without formally checking Cat out of it. No one is really prepared to get a screen full of angry hamster face, but here it is regardless, overlaid with voices of sheer panic: ]

Holly! Holly! You don't understand! HE'S GOING TO MURDER ME! Look at his face! ... Can pudgy little cheeks look pissed off like that? Because he does and that's just freaky! You can even tell it's him.

[ Cat rushes into the camera view, blocking out the sight of the very annoyed rodent. He's clearly trying to balance this camera phone in his left hand and it's not the smoothest ride, but for now he'll cart it around with him as Holly and Cat attempt to contain the troublemaker.]

Okay, network. I.. could use some pretty urgent advice here. I just turned Skyler Veracruz into a— that's a hamster right? [ Cat turns away from the camera a moment to get Holly's mumbled confirmation, before turning back. ]

—Yeah, a hamster. Anyone familiar with magic... or .. hamsters. Just send a video or text or I'll meet you somewhere with him —Holly, where'd he go?

[ Another several moments of chaos pass as the camera jostles around before Cat's face pops back into view, Holly's head popping up behind his shoulder, trying to contain hamster Skyler from scrambling. The hamster looks positively dejected now. The look of disapproval is quite strong here, folks. ]

I'm hoping he'll calm down soon... Holly's already tried to change him back, if anyone has any clue how to take care of a .. human hamster... [ Okay, even Cat is starting to chuckle and laugh. After all Skyler has been a constant bully in the hallways for several years. If he'd known who was tagging along with Holly he might have declined the visit. Let's just pass the camera over to Holly for now. ]

Oh um- Skyler stop wiggling so much I don't want to drop you what if they have a cat here?- Yes um- Help would be great! Why does this always happen to me?

[ Cat cuts back in a moment later: "Here, hand him back to me." He'll have to hold the hamster between his cast and good hand meanwhile. Holly takes over the video again while Cat pokes at Skyler's chubby cheeks in the background. ]

Please help!

[ Just before the video cuts off you can hear Cat chuckling, "I think he looks better this way!" ]

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. ]

enguarding

[ VIDEO POST A; ]

[ It’s taken herself a little while to work up to it, but...a video post from Sierra Callahan, finally, away from her usual habit of text or voice. It wasn’t as though people hadn’t seen her face, as she’d been at the meeting about the farmhouse, but it just hadn’t been her first option in general. She fiddles with the webcam for a second; there appear to be a lot of boxes in the background, as though she’s just moved. ]

Hey, this is Sierra. For...those of you who didn’t know. [ Done with the camera, she moves on to playing with the end of her ponytail, as though nervous. ] I’m going to update my reply to the “safe practitioner” list Naomi has, but...just in case you haven’t seen it or don’t know about it, I thought I’d say here that you should feel free to use my network number to reach me.

[ ...Wait, there’s a part that’s sort of...why that would be a thing... ]

...I can do healing of the magical kind now. It’s gotten better from when I first started it, so...just in case. And you can still contact me about any animal problems, too, which I’m a bit more experienced in, but...just in --

[ Over Sierra's shoulder appears a dude, peering at the computer screen. At the network specifically because haha what. ] Are you video chat roleplaying a witch or something?

[ That… doesn't sound like a normal Sierra thing but Noah just walked in to find her on some weird chat site talking about "magical kind of healing" EITHER SHE'S ROLEPLAYING OR IT'S SOMETHING SEXUAL and Noah's not… gonna go there nope. ]

[ Enjoy the image of Sierra nearly jumping out of her skin, knocking a book to the floor as she turns and manages not to fall out of her chair, although she does manage to elbow the guy who appeared over her shoulder in the nose. ]

What? No! Noah, I told you to stay out of my room already! Oh my god, you can’t just sneak up on me like that! [ ...Hopefully his nose is okay but WOW GEEZE ]

[ CLUTCHING HIS NOSE ow this is what he gets for waltzing into his sister's room… and what Sierra gets for moving in with her kid brother and not expecting something like this, really. ]

Gosh, sorry! The door was open. [ Lies. But now he's pointing at the computer screen. ] What are all those posts about, then? Like, shouldn't you be hanging around on the animal planet forums or something, not… whatever that is?

I can hang out wherever I want to - [ It only takes a second for Sierra’s brain to catch up there, screaming about the relevant part. ] - what did you just say? You can see - oh, for -

[ She can’t even finish a proper sentence that’s how thrown she is. The camera, says the part of her that isn’t looking stunned and slightly sick about the fact Noah can see the network; Sierra reaches over and shuts off the camera and ends her post. There will be another entry half an hour later from a different number, although she’ll go through and reply to anything coming to her at that point - as well as responding to things on Noah’s post. ]

( GROUP TEXT: KALLIE, MILES, JAKE )
( VIDEO POST THE SECOND: NOAH (and Sierra) )
( ACTION OPTION )

theearth

Who: Characters listed under Part 2 of the IC plan.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The alien’s farmhouse.
What: After several weeks of planning, a group of reincarnates attack the alien’s farmhouse base in the hopes of destroying the alien.
Warnings: Violence.

[ OOC: This is part one of two of Season 1’s finale. The other pertinent plot post.

The following NPCs will be played by mods:
- Skullsy and Moulder.
- The alien.
- The alien's steed.

The rest of the NPCs can be played by players or mods.
- The chimeras: descriptions provided in the Underground team's first thread.
- Sniffer dogs: straight-forward. Besides their altered noses, they attack like regular dogs.
- Corrupt cops: pick one main attribute OR several minor attributes from a domesticated farm animal or an animal that might be found on a farm.
Example:
corrupt cop with one main attribute of a horse: extremely powerful legs that allow the cop to break bones with a single kick, run very quickly, and stand for long periods of time without ache.
corrupt cop with several minor attributes of a horse: teeth that continually grow, horse hearing, and night vision.

Examples of domesticated farm animals: cattle, swine, poultry, rabbits, goats, sheep, horses.
Examples of animals that might be found on a farm: cats, dogs, owls, rats.

Characters who engage the alien in battle will not escape unscathed. If you intend to have your character participate in both the farmhouse attack and Wise Snake’s rampage, please plan accordingly. We will operate on a trust system and may ask for clarification on the logistics of a character’s participation in both if we find it necessary. ]

duette

[ For a moment, the video opens on a topsy-turvy blend of skyscraper angles and sky. The owner of the phone has it pointed straight up, and the image shakes violently. From off-screen, there's a wash of brightness obscuring the lens. And the sound of glowing. Does glowing make a sound? Well, it sure does now. #ANIMULYFE

It steadies very briefly, and the owner manages to choke out a sort of awful whine-hiccup-sob noise. ]

— I... I need help. R-Right now!

[ A familiar voice, even as she has to grind the plea out, because haha, asking for help. She manages to turn the phone on herself; Harper is on the other end, but there's remarkable differences. First, she's lit up like the fourth of July. Her hair is flowing out behind her, several feet of it, and she has one arm protectively clutched over her chest, where the source of light is coming from. Some kind of brooch, spewing out incandescent white ribbons that she's trying to prevent from getting all over the place. It's not working very well. When she opens her eyes to finally address the network directly, they're insanely bright, edged in tears.

But make no mistake, Harper isn't sad. She's pissed. ]

This thing won't stop glowing, and — I-I accidentally hit someone and broke his face, just a little, but I didn't mean to! I'm really, really strong... [ She winces as the light circles her head, poofing a cute ribboned headband out of nowhere. It does not help her stay calm. ] ...and I don't know why! I don't know anything, if someone saw me like this, o-or why I'm glowing. Oh my god, am I radioactive? What do I do?!

[ Her lip quivers. Never has someone sitting in a pile of magic ribbons and glitter looked so miserable. ]

I want my brother... now!

[ Cure Rhythm, everyone. ]

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!

jasminebloominginshadow

So um. I've started seeing a therapist but there's certain things I can't talk to them about

So I was wondering if anyone out there would be interested in something like a support group

Because I know I'm not the only one who struggles with how to deal with their echoes

we can meet and talk and give each other advice

maybe have snacks

What do you think?

lackinginfaith

In the interest of fair sharing, I've been finding myself instantly knowing all the words to every new song on the radio. I realize how convenient this is both in my professional life and with all of this.

But no. I am not going to "rickroll" the aliens, so don't even ask.

idealofhope

Well, I just lost 10 Gs.

How's your Sunday going?

testsonseashells

Version 3.0

Have found this network because of a string of numbers that you cannot forget. Aside from being able to connect through standard electronic devices, number can establish connection by being punched into fax machines and on sheets of paper, as well as being scratched onto walls. Memory of number is usually accompanied by alteration: discovery of a new memory, item, or physical change. Network members have dubbed these "Echoes" or “Pulses”; will likely continue into foreseeable future. Network not visible to those without connection; observing civilians will see blank pages or device equivalent.

If skeptical about this, write network number on piece of paper. Will understand afterward.

Essential information:

Police once untrustworthy in past; suggest caution in future dealings. Conspiracy once present within police leadership to eliminate network members, led primarily by Detective Jason Sherman and Police Chief Simon Edwards. Small number of policemen are connected to network themselves, and not all were under Sherman's influence, but suggest you err on the side of caution. Corrupt police willing to execute teenagers (video evidence). Network members Raoul Light, Mikasa Bito and Candy Rodriguez disappeared recently, haven't been found since; general suspicion is that police were responsible. Additionally, police were using breed of dog with ability to detect Network members. Recommended you avoid these as well.

LSR clinic can provide safe medical help and will not report anything to the authorities. Located here and run by myself, Dr. Mordin Solus (

testsonseashells) and Dr. Aaron Strider. Strider not currently connected himself, but aware of our existence and sympathetic to cause. Can examine physical echoes and provide treatment options, if necessary. Assure you full confidentiality.

Echoes and Network numbers persist only within Locke City and small zone of Las Vegas; can disappear randomly even within city limits. Leaving Locke or designated Vegas area will cause all memories of the network and any Echoes to disappear. Evidence is here. Returning to Locke or Vegas area generally causes Echoes to return.

Thunder Corp working with police; appear to be furthering other goals of those who command Sherman and Edwards. Responsible for pink additive in water during summer.

Thunder and police working with alien known as Tiny; established contact with Tiny here; claimed to have controlled Earth in past and are now returning to repossess it. Tiny compared enemy forces to gardeners, us to rose thorns.

Complete timeline of significant events:

( a list of events from network inception; not an IC cut )

Resources:
List of safe public servants. Some connections may be expired.
List of researchers and material suppliers. Some connections may be expired.
Spreadsheet for tracking alterations. Not hosted on network itself, but still fairly safe.
Isaac and Miria Dian (

originaloddcouple) willing to provide safehouse at [ADDRESS]. Useful for those with conspicuous physical alterations.
Tony (

sayhitobianca) willing to provide false identifications if necessary.
FAQ version 2.0
FAQ version 1.0

Will keep this updated as necessary. Can notify me if you feel anything missing.

unelven

[ The feed opens after Teagan attempted to pin the numbers he's been scratching down repeatedly since his encounter with Julien into google search. If this is some new google function he doesn't like it, but it doesn't have any of that useless flash that tends to come with one of their unnecessary add-ons. He sits there for a moment, brow furrowed, frowning, thinking, with his chin in his palm and his finger tips tapping his lips. ]

Alright, this is obviously some sort of video feed. If there's anyone there who can hear me, let me know what this is about or I'm going to close out.

[ It's a damn good thing his servers are security protected, or else he'd have closed out right away. ]

worldmother

[VOICE]

Have you ever had one of those times where you feel like you lost a few weeks? Ever since class started up, I've been neglecting these numbers a bit. The world hasn't ended yet, so I assume nothing bad has happened? Other than the person posing as me writing trashy romance novels. I'll reiterate: That. Was not. Me. You know who you are; if you come forward now, your punishment will be severely lessened.

[A somewhat heavy sigh.]

I did have a question. What happens to the people who forget? Does anyone know what might cause them to forget about all of this? ...I ran into one of my friends, Audrey, and she had no idea what I was talking about, when I mentioned the network. On one hand, I'm happy that she can go back to living a normal life, but on the other, it stings. It hurts that I have to start keeping secrets from a friend. It's for her own good. I just have to tell myself that. It's for her own good.

...But it still stings. I don't want to think about it, but I can't help it. Maybe I'm just taking this too hard...

[ACTION; closed to Network Apartment Girls (Sierra, Mimi, Sara)]

[She wouldn't let on on the network that Audrey's sudden forgetfulness bothered her, but, coming home from class that day, Elly dropped her bag in the hall and collapsed on the couch, curling up and grasping a pillow close.

There was something so wrong about this. Audrey was still there, she was safe--safer now, probably--but she felt like she had lost someone, somehow. She knew she would at least have to field messages from Banagher at the very least, since she was a mutual friend. But she just... didn't feel like it. Her mind hovered on dark thoughts; what if one of the people she lived with suddenly forgot?]

lightsoflife

Taking the idea that the echoes (or pulses) we get are connected to another person, possibly even ourselves in a past life: is there anyone who prefers their current life to anything of what they've remembered from echoes? I ask out of curiosity.

Not out of curiosity: I'm still investigating an echo I received a month ago, but I need more to work with. Is there anybody who's recently had a strong emotional reaction to something in their life who would be willing to meet briefly? No need to tell me what it is explicitly, but if my idea is correct I may hear something related to the stressor.

struckout

( FFXIII characters. FFXIII characters everywhere. )

decelerate

[ ~~who wins the award for the latest intro ever? this guy.~~

so what do you do on a saturday night when all your homework's done and you've got nothing else left to do? treat the network like it's craiglist. with an indefinite amount (well, as far as he knows) of people on here, someone's bound to have an answer. ]

numbers club right?

anyone ever tried to get a date by posting here?

better yet: was anyone successful?

inquiring minds wanna know.

sjokolade

So, this is the network that everyone is talking about? How strange is that? And here I thought I was going a little crazy here that I had all those numbers in my head but...I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one around here!

But if I got this right, everyone of us here has this supposedly past life or something right?

So how about it? I heard that you also had some kind of power from that life too!

What are your powers like? Oh, oh! Better yet, how about you can tell me what was your first echo? It doesn't matter what it is, I'm just curious what your past life was like! In return, I'll definitely tell you what mine was!

I doubt that you'll be able guess what it might be!

[Besides, it would be a good way to take people's minds off what's going on anyway.]

show_my_cannons

[Okay, so Harding isn't the best with this technology stuff. But. He's trying. He doesn't want someone to know this is him.]

[Because asking for help isn't manly. And asking about this is just downright embarrassing to have to do.]

So Anyone here suddenly remember people they were close to ? Except they remember too. And they arent someone you know here. Someone you never met before. What do you do?

[How do you deal with suddenly feeling emotions and a serious connection with a relative stranger?]

amberhearted

Who: OPEN
When: January 25th, Saturday, 5:00PM and onward
Where: Elian Price’s house – specifically, the basement
What: The Numbers discuss how to go about addressing the alien in the farmhouse. Nothing could go wrong, certainly?

[ ooc: editable post for attendees and volunteers here! please fill out with the appropriate information. ]

gogoghostpowers

Who: Everyone who volunteered to help Danny test his powers! (so uh, basically it's open.)
Where: Naomi Kaufman's house.
When: January 18
What: Food, intangenanigans, and possession!
Warnings: Iunno, probably stupid antics.

ex_purity762

On this network I've seen a lot of things. People have always seemed divided on issues, and how to treat the Blood Keys looks to be no different. There's been a lot of anger here, and to be honest, I can understand that.

But others have expressed why they feel it's wrong already. There's nothing I could really add to that. So what I would rather do is ask you all a question.

Who do you want to be?

I don't ask what you want to be, because I'm not sure how much of a say we have in that. But we can decide who we are, and maybe knowing each others' answer to that will help us better understand one another.

So I'll start. I want to be someone who can help others. It doesn't matter how big or small that help is - but I want to be capable of that. Not just for my family, but the people around me who need it.

I'd like to know your answers too, if anyone's willing.

[ooc: Not sure if I need to mention but if you guys want to reply to each other, feel free to!]

stagnantair

Who: Gavin and You
What: Blood Key hunting, Echoes.
When: Early January, around 11PM
Warnings: Guns, Blood Key murdering, possible injuries, possible demonic transformations + attempted cannibalism.

[For once, Gavin isn't posting from his webcam while he plays video games or rambling on about Echoes and science like a big nerd. He's in a corner store near his house, eating what looks like cheap gas station rotisserie pizza and talking to the cashier. He's been out of the house a lot more lately, Octavia and Alan may have noticed. He's been busy scouting the area and keeping a sociable public image like he used to have, walking to work and talking to people and acting normal. He's also been paying close attention to the news, surveillance by his apartment, and going to a shady firing range that won't ask about illegal weapons. He may or may not have taken Alan and Octavia along to learn as well. By now he knows how the Blood Keys move around his neighborhood, and knows where a small gang of them will be tonight. Finishing his pizza and saying goodbye to his friend, he packs the water he's bought in his duffle bag and heads out. When he's on a lone street corner, he takes out his phone, punches in his Network code, and holds it up selfie style to take a video.]

Hey, everyone. I have an AR-15, rounds, and nest of Blood Keys. I'll be on 5th for the next twenty minutes before moving on. Message me if you're coming.

[He looks a little different than before. His skin is paler, his hair is the same neon green as his eyes when they flash and his eyes themselves look a little... orange? No, they had to be a little blood shot, that was all.]

two_stones

[Something seems different about Elly today. Even besides the new hat she's wearing.]

Hi, Elly here. I know that there's all sorts of important things going on, but I just need to get something off my chest. A dark secret that I've been harboring for years, but which I can hide no longer.

The truth is, I never wanted to go to med school, and will be leaving immediately in order to follow my true calling: Becoming a published romance novelist.

Yes, indeed, I've actually been writing my first book, titled The Red-Stained Lips of Passion. While the medical world will no doubt mourn the loss of this student, I am confident that my name will spread across the world of steamy, thrilling prose and all those who crave it.

Now, I will leave you with ( an excerpt from my soon-to-be-best-selling novel... )

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.

Current Mood: contemplative

gogoghostpowers

Okay, so. Two things. First...was anyone making any plans to go back to the rock under the Tuning Towers? Because I don't think that's a really good idea right now, given what happened the last time people tried going down there...and also because of this post. It might be better to play it safe right now with that.

Second...I want to try and see how many people I can make intangible at once. I know I can handle at least three, but I think it would be good to find my upper limit on that. And I can't really ask just anyone to help me with this, since this isn't exactly like my math homework or anything, so...does anyone want to help me out with this?

I can try and get free cookies or something for anyone who volunteers too, if that helps.

((OOC: Also, as a note! If anyone wants to get accidentally possessed by Danny, feel free to sign up as a volunteer and let me know, because I am definitely open to shoehorning another possession into this!))

redical

Gotta say, weird-ass network filled with conspiracies? Not what I was expecting when I punched those numbers into my search bar. Still, it's kinda cool, in a freaky way.

But don't worry, guys, I won't need the whole convincing speech deal. I already read the FAQ, did the paper trick, the works. So you know what, sure, until something proves this thing wrong I'll buy it. It's nice to have a reason for why I suddenly had an entire song appear in my head. I mean, I like to think I'm a good musician, but I'm not that good.

I just figured I'd drop an introduction since I'm such a newbie, y'know? The name's Marceline. 'Sup?

...oh, and I guess while I'm at it, might as well ask. Do you guys think it counts as plagiarism if I steal a song from a different version of me? 'Cause, I don't know, that seems like a bit of a gray area to me.

envisaging

WHO: Kallie/Lightning & Sierra/Serah.
WHAT: Running into one another.
WHEN: Sunday January 12th in the afternoon.
WHERE: In Locke, out and about. Possibly near the hospital.

( you can insert your witticisms here )

two_stones

[Japanese]

Verily, the powers that be have granted me a mighty boon once more!

[English]

I am hardcore getting the stupid end of the powers stick. At the least this means I can BS my way through a few Japanese classes for easy credit next semester, but I don't think it's going to help me vanquish the forces of evil.

Seriously, who wants to just do powers at me until I recognize one of them? I know I've got more interesting things I could be echoing here.

[For those who speak it: In Japanese, Sara talks like an old lady from a samurai drama.]

seabeast

so here be a thought from an idle paw
from what i been told murderin another one o your kind gets you sent to the police and taken away
killin somebeasts a mark of ill breedin or summat
taint what a goodbeast does is what im understandin

now i aint sayin i likes these keys you lotve been whisperin about
but it stands to reason that they be humans like the rest o ye
or mostly anyway
and the lot o ye been killin em by the score
i dont suppose some o ye been goin huntin for em
been gettin a likin for the chase id expect
tis likely
i mightve done the same if i could follow your footpaws

so when does it all end eh
how long afore ye become badbeasts and scum and whatnot
how long til ye be a danger to all of us
is one enough
two
enough to whet an appetite for blood
enough to cause a panic in the city
how long til ye aint worth keepin around and mayhap it be best if the police take ye anyway

or mayhap there aint nothin wrong with the killin
why else would we be keepin so many of ye around
sounds handy enough to me

but like i said tis just an idle thought

worldmother

[The feed comes on to a certain redhead. She looks frazzled to say the least, and a bit irritated to boot.]

I have a question. Has anyone gotten an item from an echo that won't go away? Or, I guess in this case, is stuck? Because I woke up with this--

[The video moves and focuses on her left hand, where a very modest ring sits on her ring finger. It's pretty obvious from how red it is around it that she's been working to try to get it off.]

And I've tried just about everything I can think of and it will not come off. It's too tight. I don't even know where it came from. I can assume, but I have a party to go to in a few days and I really don't want to explain to my college friends that I didn't suddenly get married over break.

[She huffs slightly.]

How do I get rid of this thing?

hungryhunter

wow

such text

much boredom

very winter break

dead_black_eyes

Without going into too much detail, a homeless man attacked me last night, and the sleeve on my coat is torn almost completely away from the rest of it. I am in possession of a needle and thread, but I had an accident a few years ago, and my fine motor skills are not what they used to be. In short, if someone is decent at sewing and has the time, I would appreciate it greatly. I can't pay for your help, but I'm a writer, and I can offer a short story featuring your most sordid fantasies as compensation. The publisher says that those types of scenes are my most entertaining ones, so it seems logical to offer them.

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.

pokebonnet

[A series of numbers is written on the top of the paper in loopy old-lady handwriting. It's followed by a sketch of an old-fashioned ruffled parasol and a few jotted down phases, some of which are written sideways.]

“I shield in the name of fashion. I accessorize for one and all. Pursuit of truth is my passion. This I vow by the great parasol.”

“May the blood of the souless keep your own soul safe.”

Puff Bonnet? Ruffled Parasol?

What is the Parasol Protectorate???

[Whoever is writing this doesn't seem to have figured out about the whole network thing yet.]

$sun_sun: Much like my incredible good looks ({Cure} Looking directly at the sun)$

sun_sun

What's up!

[Look! Up on the network! It's a ridiculously-attired girl who only bears a passing resemblance to Annie Cino. Still got that trace of a New Yorker accent, though.]

I finally got myself some real magic going on here. Totally transformed and threw one of those snake things, like, twenty feet at least. It was awesome. It didn't die, but still!

So like, the main reason we're trying to keep a low profile is so that ThunderCorp doesn't show up and kidnap our family or something, right? Well, as long as I can do this, I've pretty much got that problem solved! It's like being a comic book superhero, but with a stupider outfit.

Who else wants to be on my hero team? If you can't magically transform, you'll need a mask or something.

show_my_cannons

Got to love how in the midst of a holiday supposed to be about... giving and togetherness and crap... All we're doing is drawing lines in the sand. If it's Us against Them, quit making trouble between each other already.

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

phoenix_temple

[There's a long deep sigh, like the sound of someone trying to calm herself down long enough to approach this logically. And that's when the blonde pops up onto the screen wearing her best irritated scowl.]

Look, I don't know what's going on here, and frankly, I don't want to know either. If I hadn't caught this stupid headgame off of Anthony, I am sure I'd be fine, but no he got his crazy germs on me and now I can't sleep because there is a scene out of a bad romcom playing in my head and I have headaches from repeating numbers that shouldn't mean anything. I am trying to keep my nose out of things and this isn't helping.

I know life-threatening circumstances can bring about repressed memories and that's all my sister has been saying all day, but that isn't what's going on here, and someone has to be messing with me. So I'd appreciate it if someone would tell me what is going on and how to get this to go away before I start feeling like I'm really insane and my mom carts me off to a nuthouse.

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