savetheearth | Entries tagged with golden sun: felix

[Fred has definitely sounded better. He's not moaning or anything, but he certainly does sound like he's in pain. Frequent pauses, little gasps, and so on.]

Does anyone know why Albero's coming after us? I don't think I've ever had anything to do with him, but...

seriallylucky

[Masked men are an unusual sight on a public beach, but if you're going to be playing with superpowers what good alternatives are there? Fred's attracting some attention, but he's found a reasonably remote area and most people seem to get that they shouldn't bother him.

The connection is propped up on something a little way back from Fred himself, so as to show him and the ground he's standing on.]

Hey, guys. I think I just figured out what one of those last pulses was. It's... a power, I guess.

[He shrugs; not much else to say before he demonstrates. By which we mean crumbles; in a moment he's replaced by a small pile of sand, pretty much indistinguishable from the sandy ground. The pile wiggles a little and lurches to the side, and then un-crumbles back into Fred.]

And that's about it. I'm pretty sure I should be able to move around like that, if I can figure out how. [He sighs.] It just feels lame, you know? I can make rocks show up, and heal, and... turn into a pile of sand.

bombgasmic

A semi-important announcement: Take care not to jinx yourself with hypothetical questions by making sure to knock on wood!
A more important announcement: Even if your past self is as obsessed with explosives as mine was, it's ver crucial to be careful in handling them. A lot more careful than me.

In conclusion: I'm okay. But I had a close call with one of the bombs I Echoed back from other-me. Not that fun.

That said, to discuss a lighter aspect of my situation, due to the incident my hair is all singed and messed up on one side so I have to get that cleaned up eventually. I don't want to cut it all short though, so I guess my choice is going to be one of those asymmetrical styles!! Sort of exciting. I haven't changed my hair in a few years.

Speaking of hairstyles, though, my old one looks almost just like the one my other self had in the one memory I have where she looked in a mirror. Does this happen a lot? Do you have hair similar to other-you, too? I know some guy who Echoed back other-him's hair... I don't bet he's alone in that, is he?

Take care to take care of yourself guys.

seriallylucky

The car ended up reinforcing Fred's decision: even with the aliens here, things are still happening. Things that someone ought to check out and keep an eye on. Combine that with the recent reduction in the police force, and going ahead with his patrols seems like a good idea.

That said, he doesn't really have a good idea of how to actually patrol. So he's mostly just wandering the city, hoping to run into something going wrong. (Well, hoping that nothing goes wrong, but also that if it does he finds it.)

[[Feel free to do bracket-based tagging; I'll match you either way, but I didn't want to bracket the whole post. Feel free, also, to have some manner of crime or suspicious doing going on, such that he'd show up in his rudimentary hero identity, Feldspar.]]

goldenbrother

Who: Geoff Benwick and OPEN (to Locke City characters in the main log; phone-in thread is open to all).
When: June 1st-4th, afternoons.
Where: By Locke's City Hall.
What: One of Locke's visitors from beyond the atmosphere would like to make acquaintances of some of the city's other less-mundane occupants.

( Spend your busy days with monsters and your quiet ones with aliens. )

[OOC: If your character cannot, would refuse to, or just plain wouldn't meet with Geoff in person but you'd still like him to speak with them, you may have them call in if you like.

Remember that speaking with Geoff directly 1. leaves a person under the influence of a supernatural "charm" effect which makes him seem trustworthy by default, and 2. grants eligibility for a plot Echo.

theearth

Who: Characters in Locke, most pertinently the characters chosen for the takedown, and Geoff Benwick
When: May 31st, Saturday, around 4PM
Where: The streets of Locke City's urban areas
What: A car monster is on the loose in Locke, rampaging the streets, destroying property - and showing no further consideration for the citizens of the city.
Warnings: Violence, death.

[ OOC: For an overview, please see this plot post. Evan's player is organizing a failed takedown attempt here for anyone interested! Remember that there are two human casualties as a result of the car's rampage, including Network teenager Kaworu Nagisa.

The car monster is rampaging without concern for damage, either to itself or to anything around it, but it is avoiding damage that will take it out of action. Ramming property, causing car accidents, and leaving the road entirely to continue its race along the streets are all kosher. Geoff Benwick is in aerial pursuit, attempting to coordinate with reincarnates and law enforcement alike. ]

flamberge

Loss of echoes is by far one of the most irksome experiences, as is the sudden recollection of them. [The timing of this one had been super bad too.] However, as of yesterday, mine have returned. Given that no odd occurrences have been in the news or in the reports I've seen, the colorful vigilantism aside, I take it nothing of notice has occurred during this time?

[Damn that vigilantism and the pain in the ass paperwork that comes with it. Nice that happens, not nice that it takes hours to write up.]

I also ought to mention, though it should be obvious due my prolonged absence, that I will no longer be undercover at Locke City High School as Richard Locke. Not only is my present workload far too large to permit for it, but my superiors deemed it no longer necessary. Under our new 'management', if you were, the department is attempting something unheard of, namely being a police force without gratuitous levels of corruption among its ranks.

[Karl sounds both amused and, though difficult to tell, hopeful while saying that last line. Will the force change? Will it just go back to what it was? Who knows. The connection is almost cut before he remembers something. Between the trial and loss of echoes, he hadn't had the time to really address this.]

One final matter, does the following have any meaning to anyone here?

[A breath gets taken before he speaks once more.]

Once upon a time, there existed a giant tree that was the source of mana.
A war, however, caused this tree to wither away, and a hero’s life was sacrificed in order to take its place.
Grieving over the loss, the goddess disappeared unto the heavens.
The goddess left the angels with this edict: “You must wake me, for if I should sleep, the world shall be destroyed.”
The angels bore the Chosen One, who headed towards the tower that reached up unto the heavens.
And that marked the beginning of the regeneration of the world.

[And, following an uncertain pause at the almost fairy tale like little story, the connection ends.]

pheromonecoffee

Matt's Super Important Survey of Avoiding Studying for the Looming Physics Exam

Name/Alias:
Current Age: a range is good like are you a kid or a teen or a young adult or an adult adult or an old adult?
Occupation: or general like are you in medicine or a student or education or what?
How Long Have You Been Numbered?:
Favorite Food:
Favorite Genre of Music: viral youtube videos count
How Many Seasons of College Have You Seen?: if you are not caught up shame on you
Do You Prefer the [Harry Potter Stand In] Books or Movies?:
Do You Sunburn Easily?: very important
Were Your Parents Honest About Dropping You as a Child?: (all babies get dropped at one point or another)

Echo stuff

Do you remember using magic in your echoes?: or somebody else using it?
What age was the other you?: general range is okay
What was your occupation?:
Do you remember how they died?: seriously i can't be the only person who remembers dying i need some validation here.

This is a very important study into why the hell we're all dealing with this. Your answers are vital and will be recorded and my lab assistants and I will sort through this and report our findings asap.

... speaking of, lab assistants, are you free on Saturday because my aunt and uncle are out and I have a coupon for pizza. I am not letting buy one pizza get a pizza free go to waste.

squicksilver

Look at this:

[ Linked is a story in the Las Vegas Sun about the grisly murder last night. ]

You're morons, all you people in Vegas flaunting your "powers." Go home. You're attracting the wrong sort of attention. Leave entertaining to the professionals.

And don't say anything about me, if anyone asks.

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?

seriallylucky

[Fred still has no hair, but he does have excitement.]

Hey, check it out! I got a new power!

[He then proceeds to demonstrate his new inventory: his sword appears and disappears in his hand, he's suddenly wearing his cape, and so on.]

I can't carry very much with it, and it looks like nothing alive, but as far as I can tell it's like stuff I put away doesn't exist until I pull it out.

seriallylucky

[Probably the first thing you notice about Fred is that he's got no hair.

The second thing might be his expression (seriously irritated) or perhaps the cloth that seems to be wrapped around his neck.

He runs a hand over his head.] You guys know about the giant brush thing, right? It just... found me. I did some damage with my rocks, but it looked like eating my hair healed it.

[long pause] I think... I should start carrying my sword around. Which means letting people know what I am. [His mouth twitches briefly. The feed zooms out to reveal that the neck-cloth is in fact a cape, which he plucks at.] This'll probably help with that.

So, um. Anyone know how I could get a scabbard?

brainsurgeon

[ Dante dials his number into his cellphone, then lays it down in such a way as the video camera is obscured, effectively making it an audio recording...for the moment. His voice is rich and calm, noticeably Italian American, but a Locke City accent through and through. ]

Under normal circumstances, a doctor in my position would recommend that someone experiencing hallucinations to any degree get help right away. Then again, those hallucinations aren't usually on this sort of scale. Considering what we as a city witnessed, the recent news, and what some of you are capable of doing, I'd suggest that this has gone some way beyond normal hallucinations, as if there ever were such a thing.

I've seen it with my own eyes, experienced it - I dare say - myself. Gaining access to this network, this number's club, was one thing. I've been able to watch as other people have experienced their first echoes, learning from their experiences with a certain air of detachment. I may have watched out of professional curiosity, but I didn't consider myself to be one of you. Nor did I have any reason to take it on faith that the public were incapable of seeing these conversations--after all, I myself was viewing them, and there was nothing wrong with me.

Except that there was; there is, and in some sick twist of fate it seems the only people I can discuss this turn of events with are the very people whose stories seemed so ludicrous and farfetched to me before that it's a wonder perfect strangers believe them without proof now. Forgive me for saying so, but before all this began the idea that people could fly and shoot lasers out of their eyes and whatever else you people can do didn't precisely seem like the delusions of the clinically sane.

[ The phone is lifted, but not to reveal the speaker. Instead it lifts up to reveal a glass of water on an expensive Mahogany desk. A little light enters the room through closed blinds. There are inbuilt bookshelves, and a prominent leather couch visible in the distance too, but the glass is the focus. A hand reaches into shot, closes over the glass, and a moment later the glass frosts up, followed by the water inside solidifying into ice moments thereafter. ]

Now tell the truth: I didn't just hallucinate doing that, did I?

seriallylucky

[Fred's hair is messy; the reason quickly becomes clear as he runs a hand through it. Behind him the ex-cat bounces around the room.

He sighs.] That... could've gone a lot worse.

Long story short, my family knows about the network, and us, now.

[He sighs again.] And I told my sister I'd try to get some of your autographs for her. Especially... [He looks down, reading from a list:] "Bugman, Tavia, and Puff Bonnet, but really everyone." [Looking up again, he continues,] Knowing her, they'll probably get showed around, so if you've got an identity you don't want out there I'd suggest you bow out. And I just told her I'd ask, so don't expect a lot of pressure about this.

So that's... over here. How are you guys?

not_good_not_wicked

Two orders of business today.

First the serious one: I'm interested in anyone who knows healing magic. Not for me. After the snake shitstorm there have got to be hundreds of people who need it more than me. I'd just like to learn about magic for restoring life in general.

Second order of business: We just fought off an alien monster AND a giant doom snake. We saved the freakin' city! I don't know if that means that we're all done with all of this or if things are only going to get more crazy now, but either way this feels like a major accomplishment.

So we should celebrate! I'd offer to throw some kind of party myself, but I don't think I have any space big enough for the Network to fit without getting mud in people's shoes, which totally kills the mood. I'll help with planning and such if someone else offers a space, though.

disdainfully

Who: OPEN!!! Anyone and everyone is welcome here, please drop in!
When: March 15th.
Where: The Thorsson backyard.
What: Sparring! Characters who have no weapons yet but want to try out something, or who want to try out new weapons, are welcome as well!
Warnings: Violence.

Imagine that there was a network post asking for people to come to a afternoon of sparring and training/trying to force echoes. There was a specific emphasis in the post for people to not bring powers or firearms into the mix, only all kinds of short range weapons - swords, axes, knives, maces, halberds, anything really. A part of the idea, as was explained, was not only to provide a place to try out different weapons but also to have multiple people use weapons in a small area, allowing for battle echoes.

So the day has come! The place is the backyard of the Thorsson's downtown store/private buildings, a relatively large areal closed off with buildings belonging to the family on all sides.

There are all kinds of weapons - real ones and some larp weapons as well - on a table in a corner of the backyard that cannot be used for sparring since swings, a sandbox and a bench are located there. Protective gear like chainmail and helmets can be found as well. Some refreshments in form of apples, juice boxes and bananas, all in open boxes, have been placed next to them along with water in bottles.

So those that brought no weapons can borrow those proffered, and those that brought their own ones can try out others as well.

[OOC: Please post your own thread starters and tag each other!]

earnedmystripes

--Did I get it? Yes, finally, must've tried typing them five times.....

[Ahem. Right, he finally typed the numbers correctly, so people can hear him now. Onto business. There's no video when he posts this time, which may be of concern to some, but at least he doesn't sound too poorly off when he speaks. Tired, sure, but no worse off than anyone else.]

Hey, this is Kotetsu. Checking in.

[Beat.]

Like I said last time with the earthquake, if anyone's place got wrecked or needs somewhere to stay for any reason right now, I've got room. You don't need to worry about paying me or owing me or anything, just. Don't want anyone on the streets right now, if I can help it.

[The snake might be dead, but who knows what might happen in the next couple of days? Better to be safe than sorry.]

No strings attached, I promise.

Take care, you guys. Stay safe.

[[Much, much later that night. Like 3:45 am late.]]

sory i knopw its a bad tine to talk abot tjis kind of thing but

itrs driving mr craxy

anyine keep renemberjng someonr really important

like

really realy realllly

earth shatteringlh
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orther half of yiyr uinversr inportsnt

but not abything about thjm

i dint even have their name or whst they look like

thibk i miht have a vouce not sure if its themn though

is tjis happenning to antone else ??

[he's not drunk. his left-handed phone typing is just that bad and he's not paying much attention, just needing to get this off his chest before he explodes.]

seriallylucky

[This is not good, not good at all, where's that phone, numbers, numbers...]

...noohnoohno. [Deep breath, as Fred tries to pull himself together. Ought to sound at least a little coherent.]

A while back I Pulsed a cat and now it's turned into a... [he hesitates; he's pretty sure it's the right word, but this is the first time a pulse-memory and something else have matched up like this] ... a Djinni, it doesn't really look like any one thing, it's got a fish tail and a lot of spikes and I'm not sure it's even got a mouth. And I have no idea how I'd hide it from my dad and sister, a cat hanging around was one thing even with his allergies but this is going to be noticed, especially after those interviews...

[He gulps a breath, then is silent for a few seconds. Finally:]

...What do I say?

[When you thought you'd be able to stay under the radar, and then you can't...]

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. ]

ghostly_heiress

[The writing is neat, and thankfully, perfectly legible.]

Oh no. You’re all here again.

At least I assume there’s a group of people? There’s quite a bit of different writing here. Some of the writing looks like it was written by a keyboard instead of by hand. Though there appears to be videos, so I suppose those were actually be a keyboard?

Might there be someone to tell me I’m not crazy? I wrote the number down in my diary when everything suddenly appeared. I’m still not sure where it landed after that. I tried it out on post it notes, the back of a textbook, and now I’m on a notepad.

All of you keep appearing.

I think someone even put up a new post while I was doing all that.

I'm not sure I should be here. People say the internet is dangerous, I'm not sure if this could be at all safer.

seriallylucky

[It's four in the morning. Do you know where your network is?]

Whoa.

Whoa.

Um. Hi. Looks like I'm numbered again. That was a weird feeling.

shiromadoushi

So, show of hands. Who here remembers a name of the person they're getting flashbacks from?

vetala

[The message appears suddenly and in the whole on the network, probably because Kanti has been working at it for a few hours and just copy/pasted it in.]

I have a list of people here that planned to venture with me into the mines. Of that list, I'm not sure how many of you were actually at the meeting that Tamara held regarding what she discovered from Thunder Corp. If not, text me at [Number Here] and I will give it to you before you weigh in here.

For those who went, if you would like to back out now, I understand. However, they did say that they were searching for something underground, and it makes little sense to me to start digging a new series of tunnels in or nearby a city of this size, so they have to be using the mines for something. And if they aren't, the worst we've done is waste an afternoon.

All participants will be required to bring the following: A suitably long rope, water bottle(s), a small or standard First Aid Kit, a flashlight, and a weapon of some sort.

If you cannot afford some or all of those items, they will be provided for you. However, let it be known that the default flashlight is shaped like a duck and needs to be cranked. Lunch will be provided in the form of PB&J and granola bars, though if you would like to bring your own, that's also acceptable.

Please wear practical hiking attire and Octavia if you come with a cape on, I will leave you in whichever car has childsafe locks.

((OOC: The information Kanti will be providing is here. The Gdoc with the list of volunteers and so on is here. It's an OOC doc so feel free to add at your leisure! Write info, make jokes, unhinge your lower jaw and swallow your enemies whole. Y'know, RP stuff. c: ))

seriallylucky

[After a couple of abortive attempts - as in, connect-disconnect - at posting this with other methods, Fred resorts to text.]

Do we have any therapists or counselors or whatever?

If I need to talk to someone anyway I don't want to have to worry about mentioning pulses or Gardeners or anything.

espigeonage

Who: Julien and whoever decided to come with him! See the plot post.
Where: The Locke City Reservoir, maybe an hour's drive west of the city center. It's a fair-sized lake surrounded by forest, with a shoreline that is mostly inclined gravel. It's not suited to canoeing or camping and isn't a recreation site, but the area isn't exactly off limits either.
When: Sunday the 11th! Forwards-dated slightly.
What: Finding the source of the contaminated water.

( What she wears, what she wears, what she wears )

seriallylucky

( It is my professional opinion that now is the time to PANIC! )

[OOC: So my original plans for the execution of this Mystery Event have been foiled by RL imposing on the other player, so here's the improvisational version. Feel free to try to get information or give advice, but PM/ping/PP me if you want your character to actually join in. Any action stuff I want to do in a single thread, probably with one or maybe two other characters. I have no clear idea, at this point, how this is all going to go down, but acto the mods' message Fred's mom'll end up dead within about a day no matter what happens.]

seriallylucky

Part One:
Who:

seriallylucky (Fred),

healspec (Ravi), possibly some witnesses (Not many, please, but I know Bakura-mun's expressed an interest.)
What: Echo-induced car crash
When: July 20, early evening
Where: LCU, in a parking lot somewhere

( Embarking on a dangerous journey in a strange land? )

Part Two: A couple of hours later. Video.

( And there's nothing at all to be done about that! )

unwakingwaters

[this is written in dark blue fountain pen on nice paper with a close cursive hand]

7/19/2013

Right, so, starting out in my usual way of warmups with too much exposition as to my exact circumstances at current -- trying to remind myself of the dream I had when I was thirteen exactly by exactly copying out the contents of the journal I made that night.

So...

#2027952

February 7, 1966

Dear Diary: Last night I had the strangest dream, the most wonderfully clear dream, about a golden room with great stained glass windows, and a test I had to take to--

[there's a great big ink stain here and then actually some significant time passes as Maya reads all the text suddenly in her nice new notebook. At least an hour.]

Well.

If it weren't for the fact that this fully navigable website appeared in a perfectly ordinary leather-bound notebook, I would dismiss it as a particularly inspired ARG. But as it stands, this appeared in a notebook. I normally consider myself quite a skeptic but well. This, I believe, qualifies as extraordinary proof.

I think I met some of you at the convention the other day. My name is Maya Aaronson. I've at least gathered from your entries that this is a secret network of some sort, that some of you are experiencing physical and mental changes that seem impossible (but again, you've provided extremely compelling evidence) and that there's... something out there.

Could someone provide me with a little more detail?

chalicejoker

Who: Hajime Aikawa (

chalicejoker) and Fred Vandenberg (

seriallylucky
What: Hajime and Fred encounter some Vermini. Hijinks ensue.
Where: The park and wherever else an unplanned adventure might take them.
When: Late afternoon, July 15.

( Incoming distracted jogger... )

fallsalot

Who: Selene and anyone who's at the library.
What: Book-hunting and getting to know the town. Shh! Inside voices, children.
Where: The public library.
When: Late morning/early afternoon on Tuesday June 25.

( action post behind the cut )

visionarykitten

[The big-eared tabby-and-white kitten is back. Those of you at the mine might have seen him there, mostly clinging to Alex but occasionally bolting around like a lost, unhappy little thing in a very overwhelming sort of circumstance. Which, y'know, he was.

He still looks a little overwhelmed and unhappy, but he's here.]

So, uh. No one has said anything about the mine... thing... and what the sage of the earth said. Sahhu'auio ur-au-- I mean-- does anyone believe him? Is there actually a jewel down there somewhere? Or was it all hruiss aafaui?

I mean... if we believe it... is anyone sauhhu ur-reh? I mean-- I mean, is anyone going auwsshui’f hwo again? To look?

[He looks even more nervous at that idea.]

testsonseashells

[Mordin's face appears, dimly lit. It's difficult to make out the background, but it's clearly dark, and several voices can be heard.

Discovered possible Thunder Corp informant in mine - refuses to speak, however, unless significant number of people are present. Current party apparently not enough. Anyone able to come encouraged to do so. Informant likely also altered - displayed ability to move earth remotely. Caused seats to rise out of soil by patting ground. Worth investigating.

[ooc: I won't be able to respond to this much tonight, but you're welcome to have characters reply to each other in the comments. Mine log is here.]

reapsthewind

Who: frankly anybody, even if you're new
What: Going to explore a mine! Finding a Sage who claims to know what's going on! Except...
Where: abandoned coal mine
When: Wednesday during the day. SKIP CLASS, I GUESS.

I figure we'll just start with Chris' team doing exploration, until the modly folk decide to show up with the Sage himself, and then... go from there.

seriallylucky

Oops.

Anyone know a good place to eat? Nothing too fancy, but I've got a date tonight, and the place I was thinking of taking her is closed. The sign doesn't say why. Looks like the tables all got moved to one side of the room.

I don't have a huge budget, and she doesn't like seafood, but apart from that we should be fine with whatever. Any ideas?

kingofthetoybox

[Porky lacks in discipline. When an urge pops up, self-control and rationality can usually take a hike. Reason says that there's no real purpose in typing out a number he just so happens to get stuck in his head. He does so anyway on his home computer. As a response, a page from a site he never visited pops up.

Considering all the strange things happening in town, Pokey wonders if this is a part of it. This is a network and he realizes that. He notices a bunch of other people online who likely got access into this site through the same, imperceptible means. Pokey rubs his hands into his face and gives a groan.

He begins typing.]

Okay, so which of you losers is running the show around here? I think I speak on behalf of the entire human race when I say: stop it. With all the weird things going on, you're not helping by making this weird network. Two weirds don't make a normal. Capiche?

And the rest of you are just encouraging it.

iaijutsu

I've seen several people recently mention seeing "small, hairy men." I haven't seen anything of the sort myself, but I'd like to know if anyone has anything more to add to that description, or if anyone saw them doing anything specific.

If anyone managed to catch a picture, that would be even more helpful, but I'll take anything you can give me.

[Yeah, somebody's updating the newbie FAQ.]

seriallylucky

[There's a little bit of panting before Fred starts to speak. Throughout, he's breathing heavily, as though he's posting while jogging.]

What was-

[No, wait, that's a bad way to start when you're a) alone, b) reacting to something in the real world, and c) not on video. Try again.]

I just saw something, I dunno what. It looked kind of like a little hairy man. Really hairy. Gave me one of those pulse feelings when I saw it, and then it ran away. Any of you seen it or have any idea what it is?

ursoreckless

I dreamed I had died. [Shou's voice is soft and deep with a slight accent but he's being pretty careful with his English instead of running his words together like he does when he's excited. He really is not sure if anyone is listening to this and he wants to make sure that he sounds like he knows what he is doing.]

It's not really that weird; I mean we've all had those kind of dreams where things happen and you fall or where you can't breathe or you're stuck in an action movie or something. We've all had dreams like that, but... Nothing was happening. I was just sitting in this car, watching the sun rise. My skin was on fire and the sun was rising and then someone started singing.

The weirdest thing about the dream wasn't that I was scared about burning alive, but that I was finally at peace. I don't get it. Why would a dream about dying make me feel that?

[He sighs, his chair creaking as he leans back in it.]

I guess that's why it's a dream, right? Figuring it out would take away the wonder of it. Anyways, since this is actually connecting to something instead of giving me a 'number not available' spew, I should probably say hi.

[He has looked at the info on the network, but he still is going to ask this last bit.] Anyone care to fill me in on what's going on?

edhwierfan

[Surprise! This time Aeron isn't using his journal or phone, and you can see what he looks like this time. Normally he'd at least try for a wry or polite look on his face, but instead his expression is tense, and his voice tight with unease.]

I have to ask. Has anyone else felt like they're being watched or followed? I could have sworn...

[Aeron shakes his head.]

Anyway, I used the webcam this time because... [He hesitates.] I was wondering if any of you would want to hold a general meeting for the network users. I hardly know what any of you look like, and it's rather inconvenient for us to tiptoe around the subject until we're certain when we meet. [He was already thinking about this before, but his run in with a certain doctor at the gallery has only emphasized this problem in his mind.]

I know some of you have been meeting in smaller groups, but...perhaps knowing who's involved in this whole thing will come in handy later. As I said to someone else before, we have a better chance of surviving the attacks being thrown our way if we're all on the same page.

[And now he clears his throat.] You know what I look like now. You can reply through the system or find me at the Sky Apple Cafe near the university if you'd rather talk in person.

seriallylucky

[Fred's got his phone propped up on something so that it points at his drum set, where he's sitting.]

I could use a break.

Anyone wanna join in?

[He then begins drumming, slowly at first, then gradually speeding up. He, or members of his audience, might or might not realize he's playing the rhythm line of the Imperial March.]

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