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If anyone is keeping track of those who have temporarily lost their memories of this place, you can add me to the list. It wasn't as horrible as I thought it was going to be, to remember everything that happened.

[There's a moment of silence before it is broken by a grunt. Then a quick and quiet mutter to his cat to stop what he was doing, who meows in return. A sigh escapes Xander before he continues speaking.]

...Dr. Fell, I wish to speak you. I apologize for not getting in contact with you sooner, but there were some unforeseen circumstances that delayed this.

That is all.

dancingonapin

[When the video feed comes on, a very tired looking Francis Fell is sitting at his kitchen table with a steaming cup of tea to his right, pinching the bridge of his nose. The fact that he looks tired is rather significant, considering he lost the need to sleep a long while back. He clears his throat a little, before looking up and gives a bit of a grim smile.]

I had no less than nine long distance phone calls in the past five days from the UK, all from family members worried about my well-being. It started with one of my younger cousins, who happened to catch wind of the chaos here in Locke City via the news. With a family like mine, news travels fast. Aunts, uncles, cousins... Eventually word came down to my parents, and my brother.

[He gives a bitter laugh as he rakes his fingers through his hair, looking obviously stressed out.]

I had two insanely long phone calls today, from my parents, and then my brother's family. They... I can not believe this, but they want me to move out of the city. Honestly the most outlandish of requests came from my parents who want me to move back to England, but my brother...

Do you know how exhausting it is to argue with a man who is way too logical for his own damn good for two hours straight? [His eyes grow wide and he gets an expression of great anger on his face as he gestures in the air.] I love my brother, but he can go to Hell for the dirty things he pulled, for how difficult he's made this for me!! After he couldn't convince me to arrange a transfer to another university, he tried to convince me to move out of Locke City and simply commute to LCU. It makes way too much sense, and under any normal circumstances, I probably would have agreed! But these aren't normal circumstances. I can not leave this city. I would... forget everything. And I can't let that happen. I want to know who I am, who I was, it means everything to me right now to figure that out.

I was able to get him off my back long enough to be able to hang up the phone, but I know I haven't heard the last of it. [Francis presses his palm to his forehead, propping his elbow up against the table, eyes fixed on the wood. It takes him about half a minute before he continues speaking, letting out a hefty sigh.]

Please, do any of you have any suggestions? Have any of you faced the threat of being forced to leave the city yet? How in the world can I convince my family that I can't leave the city, without telling them everything? The very last thing I want is to drag them into this, to put them all in danger. I understand it's a holiday, but I could use the advice...

dominateartimus

[Well, isn't this a familiar sight? The video starts with a blank wall of Xander's apartment, but there is no light source directed at it this time around. Once again, a few seconds pass before a white streak of fur is being chased by a black streak of fur across the floor. As for the man who was making this post, he speaks from out of frame, sounding rather tired.]

Like a few other people on here, I got another 'pulse' and it's tied to my ability to disappear in to the shadows.

[There's a momentary pause as he walks in to frame, keeping his back to the camera as he walks over to the wall. His attire looks suited for going outside and he's wearing shoes. He reaches up to touch the surface and a few moments pass as he merges with his own shadow against it.]

I'm able to take someone with me and 'teleport' now. I don't how it is possible, but I'm trying to figure it out.

[Instead of sliding up to the ceiling like his first video post, he simply disappears from the wall entirely. A few minutes pass and Xander hasn't returned. Something obviously went wrong here as the feed continues, with no one present to turn it off. Connor, Xander's black Siamese cat comes walking in to frame, meowing and looking for his owner.

Ten minutes later, a more timid white tabby cat walks in to view before jumping slightly and turning towards the sound of a door being opened off-camera, then he dashes off to another area in the apartment. A bit of an agitated grunt is heard as Xander makes his way back over to the laptop, which the camera only catches his chest, torso and legs.]

...I was lucky that this 'pulse' didn't interfere with our mission last night. Considering what you just saw, that wasn't suppose to happen. I wanted to appear somewhere else in this room, but didn't work according to plan.

[He sounds a bit disappointed, but at the same time a little guilty, as if he wasn't saying something else that was on his mind.]

That's all I have to report.

two_stones

So. Police kidnappings. Mysterious underground snake armies. End of the semester rapidly approaching, too.

I don't know about you guys, but I could really use a break from all that shit right now. It's high time I lost touch with reality for a few hours.

( Cut for length and absurdity )

worldmother

[A new voice pops up over the network, older than the usual fair, very obviously female. Also very obviously exasperated.]

The logical side of my brain keeps telling me that this is some kind of terrible practical joke. Weird flashes, numbers suddenly assaulting my brain, an entire catalog of information that reads more like a science fiction novel than real life.

If I hadn't already tried the 'paper trick', then I would think this whole thing was crazy. Honestly, I'm still not convinced, especially not after today. Everything is too coincidental, fits a bit too neatly together to not be planned.

[She sighs.]

I should probably stop being so vague. Suddenly, without so much as a warning, I'm part of a secret organization, assaulted with memories that I can already assume aren't mine, and what's more is that one of them involves a classmate of mine. One that I'm now in a group with. Along with one of my roommates--but she has nothing to do with this, I'm just generally frustrated that I can't get away from her at home or at school.

So, to recap: Bizarre memories, conspiracy theories, and no way to get away from the person I can only assume triggered this in the first place.

This whole thing is unnerving, and honestly I don't have time for it. I start applying for graduate school in less than a month, the last thing I need to do is play with conspiracy theorists.

[Someone's had a very, very bad day.]

[Not thirty seconds later, this appears on the network.]

[Action; around LCU campus]

[Elly will be wandering around campus, in a bit of a fog. These last few days have hit her hard--school things obviously, but more importantly the fact that she could not shake of the weird feeling that she got when she met Daniel in the woods. Or the idea that she, or other her, or past her, might have shot someone. If anyone has a class with her, she'll be a ghost of her usual vocal self, lost in thought.

At times, she'll also be seen either sitting at a bench, in the cafeteria, the library; really anywhere she can have a moment of peace. One earbud in her ear, she'll appear to be studying. However, the videos coming through her computer screen aren't medical videos; it's archival footage from the network. Her screen is relatively obscured, and she does appear to be keeping at least a somewhat close eye on her surroundings, but she's also taking quite extensive notes.]

wannabered

Hello Locke City! How's everyone?

[It's the usual view of Thomas, his livingroom wall, and his desk. However, tonight his face is flushed and there are empty beer bottles on his desk.]

I ... I am great and I have made a discovery! It's pretty cool, so pay attention. So! Like I was tellin' Pia back at the Halloween party, I found out I can do more than just make music play.

[Getting up, Thomas keeps talking as he is apparently looking for something.]

It was a mistake, but I found out I can do other stuff with it too. It just takes some belief! Or booze. Beer seems to help with the believin'. Ah! Found it. So, I tried it on stuff and ... and if I was able to believe it or just stop doubtin' it'd work.

[He holds up a sheet of paper with notes on it to the camera before trying to read it, frowning, and turning it back to the camera. While it would have been readable the time before, the words were now swimming along the page.]

I forgot. I can't really read my own handwriting sometimes. Anyway! It totally works and I'm awesome for figuring it out!

[His statement is punctuated by him striking a pose in triumph, a light suddenly shining behind him. Suddenly, his face gets a bit green and the light behind him dies as he puts a hand over his mouth.]

Oh ... oh god, this wasn't a good idea.

enrages

[ The post starts with Karson staring blankly, maybe even drooling a little bit. It's obvious he's not all there-- this conclusion is only furthered when he speaks: ]

Testing, testing... One, two three. Fuck, fuck, fuck... Is this thing on--- hahah, I'm just joking! Of course he's on! I mean, he'd have to be dead if he weren't o--

[ quite suddenly, he punches himself in the face. Multiple times. ]

KARSON, STOP FIGHTING ME!!!!!!!! THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR DIGNITY!!!!!!!! I ain't got time to deal with your shit!

[ Crab is now barking in the background. ]

Ugh, fine, okay! I get it! I'll get to the point, but only because that cutie snookums snugdoug millionaire is asking so politely. Sweet baby Crab... So cute...

[ Karson punches himself in the face again before face-smashing against the screen. ]

Me and Alan are in trouble! We were kiiiiiiiinda involved with something like attackingThunderCorpandnowthecopsgotus and... Help? Not that we need help-- we just don't want to have to kill every police officer in the city, you know.

[ Karson then promptly topples out of his chair. The video ends. ]

dancingonapin

[Coming over the video feed is a rather concerned Dr. Francis Fell who, while not looking any worse for the wear in a physical way, seems considerably freaked out.]

I think all of this is starting to get to me. The talking animals, the physically morphing people, these weird pulses and all of the oddities that go with them, actual government conspiracies, and now weird lights appearing in the sky related to some mystical garbage I can't even begin to comprehend? On top of the stress built up from unrelated dangerous incidents that have happened to me these past few months.

Thanks to those damn lights, I had another pulse, a strong one, and now I can't sleep. Or rather, I don't want to sleep. Or rather, I've found that if I try to go to sleep I get this overwhelming feeling that I'm not allowed to sleep or shouldn't be sleeping caused undoubtedly by some odd paranoia and sense of duty to remain vigilant in these trying times.

The first two days I started feeling this, I managed to force about three hours of sleep each night. It is now seven in the morning and I have not slept for five days straight, and somehow I am able to function perfectly fine as though I have been getting my eight hours. I think this is actually scaring me more than if I was dead tired and turning into a zombie.

I think I need to see a doctor?

wastingtime

I'd comment on the lights, but I do believe the rest of you already have that covered.

Instead, how many of you happen work at the local college? There's some equipment I'd like to use, but I'd much rather have the assistance of someone already with access than to try and figure out some sort of excuse.

dododo

[ This expression is a mixture of concerned and confused - very confused. And on the tired side, because he's just come home in the early morning from a long shift but. That's not important. ]

There is a police box in my living room.

...

One of those old telephone boxes they had in London to get a hold of the police, I mean.

[ Which is probably what he's staring at, and he turns the phone around for the network to get a look. And, yep, there it is, smack in the middle of the room, in the brightest of blues, if on the worn side. And very much in the way. ]

I can't open it.

[ He walks over, tries the doors again, both pushing and pulling. ]

Nope.

No one happens to have a key they don't know where it goes to?

[ That's mostly a joke. He sighs, and places his hand on one of the edges. ]

These... Pulses have almost always seemed fairly nonsensical. But I can understand notes, weapons, songs and stories, memories or whatever you're supposed to call them that make no sense and have no context. But this? A police box I can't even open? What is the point of that? Are they trying to tell me I was a police in my past life.

[ That he's still not sure what believe, if that actually is the case with all of them.

He finally turns the camera back on himself. ]

Any theories? I'd be glad to hear them. Or maybe someone has any tips on what to tell people who visit.

[ Maybe he should get rid of it but there's... some part of him who absolutely does not want to do that.

He presses his lips together, and ends the recording. ]

dancingonapin

I must be bloody well insane to think that this is going to work, but I suppose I really have no choice now, do I?

[Francis is scribbling some curvy cursive handwriting across a notepad; he was somewhat thankful that he always kept a notepad and pen on him, for emergencies. Though he hadn't thought he'd be needing it for an emergency of this nature...]

If anyone can actually see this, I need some help. I was out on the streets, walking from the coffee shop after my night classes were complete, and I was attacked by two men- one armed with a firearm, though I think it was filled with blanks. He fired a warning shot near me, but I don't see any evidence of a bullet hole anywhere.

They took my phone, they took my wallet, and they beat the ever-living piss out of me. I can't call for any authorities, I can barely move, and I'm a bit isolated here.

[As he writes, blood is dripping from his nose. Wiping it with the back of his hand, blood smears begin getting mixed in with his writing as it appears on the page, though he's not aware of it. He hardly thinks this is going to work, let alone show everything that shows up on the page, writing or blood.]

If someone could send the police... or an ambulance, or both, I would really appreciate it. Lord, this is why we need pay phones. I'm not even sure if anybody can actually see this... Ugh, Francis, of course they can't see this, you're writing to yourself in a notebook.

Well, in case this somehow actually works.

[Francis writes down the address he's located near on the notepad, along with some brief directions to his exact location, and then sets aside his pen, slumping back against the alley wall in frustration.]

dancingonapin

[There is one very irritated man who has decided to reply this strange network he happened to gain access to in ways he can only describe as being clever subliminal messaging, either as a campaign ad or a very over-the-top prank; really, it could be either, though he's leaning towards over-the-top prank. Some of you might recognize this man from Locke City University, Dr. Francis Fell, a very British professor of theology in the social sciences department. He didn't believe in telepathy or mind-control, but he was pretty sure psychology was a well-established scientific field and that people had indeed discovered ways to exploit the mind and get this weird number into his head.

That being said, Dr. Fell has a few words to say about the existence of this network, and its extraordinary questionable content.]

Pardon me, I was mysteriously lead to this oddball website and I even considered dismissing it altogether, but I honestly couldn't tear my eyes away from this place after simply glancing over some of the content of this place. I study theology, it is my job to have a thorough knowledge of a wide variety of religions... and quite frankly I'm beginning to think that this is the strangest, most elaborately constructed cult I've ever seen. Contaminated drinking water?? Conspiracies involving Thunder Corp?? What is this talk of monsters and violence??

I'm aware of karma-- although not entirely certain of its existence-- and I'm aware that I deserve quite a bit of the backlash that's occurred after that one incident involving a car accident between myself and one of the university students... But this prank really has gone too far. Any students or fellow professors responsible for this cruel joke, please just come forward to me with any problems you may have in a professional manner... to my face and not over the Internet, if you would!

Really, I had much higher faith in the maturity of this community.

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Entries tagged with good omens: aziraphale

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