savetheearth | Entries tagged with gundam 00: neil dylandy

[ Good day, network. It's yet another peaceful day in Las Vegas, or as peaceful as it can be while people are adjusting to the new landscape, weather and economy shifts. Life is okay to Eugen, that's it, until he broke into an argument with Karl over what to do with his sorry excuse of a knight uniform.

Or rather, for everyone's eyes to see, a seriously malfunctioned belt fetish piece of junk masquerading in the name of knight uniform.

Why Karl wouldn't let him use the industry scissors (and the shredder after) on it is beyond his comprehension. So, after a good twenty minutes of battling against the horrible uniform, Eugen turns on his laptop webcam and connects to the network for some much needed help, before he decides to get rid of Karl along with his fetish gear. ]

Will you stop fiddling with it? You'll just messed up what I've already undid.

[ So network, takes a good look at the uniform, which has become about fifteen percent undone from the shoulders (because that's the only part that can be easily taken off) and help the two guys out. ] It looks a lot easier than it actually is. If any of you can help me take this damn thing out, I'll send you a picture of him in whatever underwear he's wearing beneath or any picture of your choice. Cutting or damaging it any way is not an acceptable solution.

[ OOC: Expect reply from both Eugen and Karl! ]

theearth

Who: Open!
What: Crustacean commotion. CRAB BATTLE.
When: 26th September, daytime
Where: Las Vegas, flooded area and surroundings
Warnings: Violence. If your thread requires more warnings, please note them in your comment header!

( Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs? )

feastorfamine

Who: Saretha, Amy
What: Getting acclimated
Where Las Vegas, Amy's temporary residence
When: September 23rd

( Read more... )

Who: Neil, Amy
What: Siblings
Where Same location
When: September 25th

( Read more... )

buildyourworld

Who: Neil Dylandy (

hotshots) & Eugen Lambert (

buildyourworld)
What: Pilots butting head about the approaching battle.
When: 9/24
Where: Their suite in the hotel.
Warnings: General

( I trust you )

grannyfucker

[HEY LOOK, isn't that the number of that one douchebag who died a few weeks ago?? I hope you guys are ready for your daily dose of creepy audio posts, because this one starts with the sound of scratching on wood and some heavy breathing. Soon enough, though, the scratching becomes more erratic and the breathing heavier and louder--and then it's just full blown wheezing.]

Somebody...somebody get me the fuck out of here!

[Then a series of loud 'thud's as the voice becomes more frantic.]

Right now!

hotshots

[ Neil is... actually right around the pool where the symbol connected to Project Jump rests. Certainly doesn't look dressed for taking a swim. ]

Soooo... hey. Quick question.

Anyone else tried that stupid machine? It take any longer, shorter? No one's lost a limb or anything, right? Or ear, or pinkie, or...

[ He shakes his head. ]

Just. Y'know. Curious.

EDIT, SEVERAL HOURS LATER:

Sent my smaller robot. He's in one piece, and went pretty quick!

moreweaponsthanyou

first thing first, what's the date and time?

SECOND: THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: IF YOU SEE AN ODD LOOKING MACHINE WITH A STRANGE GLOWING SYMBOL AND LOTS OF INVITING BUTTONS DO NOT GIVE IN TO THE URGE TO TOUCH SAID MACHINE. IT WILL BE TRAUMATIZING.

so much trauma. and near death by drowning.

BEFORE I FORGET SOMEONE NEEDS TO CALL THE COPS; THERE'S A DEAD BODY IN THE POOL. damnit i think i recognize that face too. it's the guy who was screaming about cultists getting him a couple days ago.

thunder corp owes me a new phone, pretty sure mine is dead. ALSO BY DROWNING.

grannyfucker

[Today is your lucky day, network, because the mystery of the identity of Simon Fucking Edwards is finally solved. Broadcasting from the same number as all those panic-inducing posts in the past is this chump, in his first full face video broadcast on the network ever.

Too bad it's under less than favorable circumstances. The background of the video is dark and his face is pale, lit up only by his phone's screen as he speaks into it in frantic, whispered tones. The camera jostles every few moments and Jovan is looking around frantically.]

Help! Help me, I--shit--the cult freaks grabbed me and they're--I don't know what they're doing to me now, I don't know what they want from me!

[He looks distressed and...almost to the point of tears, even.]

Somebody fucking--find me and save me!

[That's where the video cuts out.]

siesinddasessen

I'm bored, so I have questions for you.

What is the largest item, being or whatever else that you've ever pulsed back? Was it large from the beginning, or did it only grow to its current size later on?

[She's of course asking completely out of boredom and nothing else, and her question is meant to be this broad - not because she's trying to draw out a very specific type of answers (the biggest living being that you have ever pulsed back, but that would be too obvious perhaps). ...And her claim to boredom is partly true at least. Too many long-distance flights with long waits in taxi as of late.

See, she even adds another question. Super not actually interested.]

And what is the longest that you've ever gone without pulses?

[Anonymous; locked to Alan]

You can shift. How?

hotshots

Who: Neil and/or Eugen and YOU.
What: Gundam Meisters in Vegas
When: July 22nd, anytime
Where: Las Vegas

( By and large, they had 'business matters' to attend to here, but Neil just wanted to go to the casinos. )

[ OOC - If you'd like to harass either Neil or Eugen or both while they're settling in for this Vegas trip, feel free to! Just plop the name of whomever you're bugging into the subject line~ ]

theearth

Who: OPEN
When: 10pm on the 25th and all the way through the 26th. (This post mostly went up this early to provide the OOC thread and Eileen's contact, so don't stress about having to start logging things.)
Where: All over Las Vegas
What: The woman who offered the numbered a place to stay when visiting Vegas got kidnapped by the cultists, and Jovan told everyone about it. Now it is their turn to take action!
Warnings: Violence.

☑ An OOC thread for all your questions regarding what your character might know through their job, find when doing a certain thing, be able to figure out with their powers, etc.
☑ After Jovan's post went up sometime after 10:45, Eileen will be available through phone calls. She will be available through Petunia's landline (redirected to her own phone) and with some delay also call those numbered whom she knows to be in Vegas and whose numbers she might find in her mother's address book through her own mobile.
☑ All action that takes place between 10pm and 8am.
☑ All action that takes place between 8am and 2pm. (Will be opened up once a sufficient amount of things has happened/been agreed on to declare 12 hours passed and if the plot hasn't been resolved by then.)
☒ All action that takes place between 2pm and 8pm. (Will be opened up if the plot hasn't been resolved by then.)
☒ All action that takes place between 8pm and midnight. (Will be opened up if the plot hasn't been resolved by then.)

grannyfucker

[The first part of this post is a screenshot of a text conversation on his phone--a pretty one-sided one at that. By which I mean, entirely one-sided. The 'conversation' is as follows:

abducted by cultists around 10pm
headed to either davie's apartment or "underground fountain"
names james, davie, chloe, 2 more
have guns, knives, 1 automatic gun
help HELP
call Eileen

After attaching the image, Jovan switches back to his usual text format.]

^^^ what the fuck is this supposed to be?! I just got sent this from that lady working at the hotel that's giving us free rooms, Bunbright or something. If this is a prank, it's a really shit one, I'll just say right now.

I have no fucking idea where Davie's apartment is. Or what this "underground fountain" is supposed to be, are those even a thing?!

and who the FUCK is Eileen

holy fuck, somebody do something, i am STARTING TO FREAK OUT A LITTLE over here!! what am I supposed to DO?!

EDIT: Oh my god I cannot BELIEVE I'm doing this but Eileen's this lady's daughter and she's letting us into her house to search it, and I am NOT going alone in there, no fucking way. Who wants to go on this fucked up cultist scavenger hunt?

((OOC: The edit is ICly made approx. an hour after the post initially goes up. Specify in your comment subject if you're responding post-edit or not!))

wirsinddiejager

[Surprisingly for anyone familiar with Alan's posts in the past, this one doesn't appear to be written in his sketchbook. His handwriting is looking unusually shaky and hurried, too.]

the mafia guys hit me too. my house burned down. Im going to need somewhere else to stay if anyones offering.

we cant allow this to keep going on. those fuckers are going down.

originaloddcouple

( And then the idiocy began )

[Why look, it appears the Dians have decided to make a post!]

Hi guys! Sorry for the lack of updates, business has been kinda busy lately!

And for those of you we forgot to tell, Isaac and I are back together!

And closer than ever!

Remember, everyone is free to pop by for whatever reason!

[Here, Isaac make a thoughtful face. Unlike the rest of the video, this looks… practiced.] Oh, by the way, a thought sort of crossed our minds recently.

Just a sudden curiosity!

And google has not been very helpful on this.

So, we were wondering if anyone knows where one find the black market!

Again, for curiosity’s sake! We’re planning on staying far away from those place. But we’d like to know where they are!

To avoid them!

Right you are, Miria!

[And with a quick wave, the feed ends.]

seed_of_memory

Hello everyone. My name is Fuyuka Terasawa, and I am a private investigator. While I cannot get into how I attained this information, I have some information for you all about the recent activities of Thunder Corp. However, I have elected to be transparent about my identity as a show of trust to the rest of you.

I have already uploaded the data I was given to a secure database, which you can all access here. It includes schematics for a device similar, but different from the one they are showing off above ground that they are referring to as being for the purposes of "clean energy". This one they are hiding in their basement, and they are calling it "Project Jump", and it is connected to the first somehow.

I have not been able to ascertain anything else about this technology of theirs, but I know for a fact that they are protecting this with the help of those Vermini creatures. Considering the timing coincides with the blackouts, I feel it is safe to say that they are up to something that warrants our further attention.

Addendum: The password to access the network is the day of the monstrous snake's attack on the city. 0309.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

truthcharted

Looks like I got caught up in the case myself... I should have listened when they warned me, but no, of course I didn't listen.

In the interest of fair disclosure, I guess I'll introduce myself. My name's Kevin. Kevin Steele. I work for the FBI, and I'm assigned to keep an eye on the city and make sure nothing untoward happens. But now I'm part of everything, just the same as all of you. At least I'm not coming in totally blind, but... well, there's not a whole lot else to be said for it.

Don't mistake this for a truce - if something happens, I'm going to be on top of it immediately. And I'm not going to tolerate any idiocy in what is now my city. I just want to make sure that's clear now. Don't do anything crazy, and you won't have problems from me.

So, now that I've said that... I'm working my way through the backlog, but I'm certain there are things that weren't in the briefing that I need to know. Anyone have any ideas?

hotshots

[ Video starts, and it's Neil. Don't mind the messy apartment behind him, because he has a sharp enough look in his eye that you'd probably be better not to call him on it right now. ]

Sup, kids? Neil here.

So! If any of you have turned on the news the past couple days, I'm sure you've seen some crap went down in Vegas. Given all that, I think it's safe to say...

Ladies and gentlemen? The honeymoon's over.

[ He sighs a bit, and leans back in his seat. ] So. Here's the thing. Down here at Giant Robot HQ, we've got some handy dandy access to the FBI. All things told, things haven't been that shabby for us. Everything's been on the up and up.

[ He waves a hand. ]

Then you get something like this. So what I'm tellin' ya, it's for your own benefit, folks.

Thanks to this Goldman kid, FBI presence is ratcheting up. Both cities. They're gonna be on the lookout for anything stirring up shit and causing trouble out there.

[ He leans back to the camera, propping his head up on one hand. ]

This doesn't mean you run and hide, this doesn't mean the FBI's out to get ya. What it does mean is everyone needs to be careful. This is about a hell of a lot more than just us, and the only way we're gonna be seen right is if we act right.

Is it fair one kid's screw up puts the spotlight even harder on the rest of us? Maybe not, but hey - that's the way the world works. We've gotta deal with it now, and the only way we will is if we watch our asses from here on, 'cause now we gotta do it even more. Especially you all with powers. Watch your heads, okay?

I know I don't have to tell this to a lot of you, but think before you act, guys. And maybe remember... it ain't just us out there, now.

[ With that, he cuts the feed, and only after that does he give a long breath.

Boy.

This was gonna be fun. ]

grannyfucker

Watch this.

[When the video focuses, it's a slot machine. Jovan's hand reaches into frame to pull the lever, and the three images go spinning until eventually, he lands on triple diamonds.

Then he moves to the next machine over to the left and pulls that lever too. It eventually lands on triple dollar signs.

Next one to the left, he pulls. It lands on triple cherries.

The video moves faster as Jovan yanks on the lever of literally every slot machine in the row. The video is moving too fast now for much to be understood, beyond the fact that he wins every single game. Triple lemons, triple bells, triple sevens, triple dongs, triple Simon Edwards's drunken face...]

I just made more money than most of you will ever see in your entire lifetimes!

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.

neopianangst

[Whoops hello everyone, someone's been mopey lately(dead significant others will do that to you) and boy does it show. Shinji's currently sitting on his bed hugging his knees with his laptop in front of him.]

So...if I told the FBI I didn't want anything to do with the robot I got back anymore, what do you guys think would happen?

airfoils

[Alex is going to use text for this, because text might be safer this way, and he's possibly less likely to weird people out the he has been recently.]

I have a question.

These "pulses" or "echoes," whatever you want to call them... have these things ever, uh.... glitched before? Particularly when it comes to memories. I've been told that I should remember things from my former life, but so far, I can't remember anything...and I don't know what that means.

Also, have echoes ever caused anyone to blackout, or behave strangely with no recollection that they ever did anything, or anything else unusual like that?

buildyourworld

Who: Karl Aurion (

flamberge), Eriks Saverem (

featherduster), Neil Dylandy (

hotshots), Eugen Lambert (

buildyourworld), Yoko Aznabel (

sucrosity) & Cesar Sanchez-Ortiz (

evowhisperer)
What: An FBI Inspection Team to Thundercorps following a tip about a secret basement wing.
When: 20th June
Where: Thundercorps
Warning: Socially awkward uniformed men (and lady) trying to be serious.

( nobody believe that bullcrap excuse for our blackout )

jasminebloominginshadow

So... um.

I kinda fucked up. I failed four of my classes this semester... I was already pretty terrible at Algebra, but I also flunked Spanish II, World History, and Biology...

Ugh. What's the next step after this? I said I could handle all the superhero and Vegas stuff and school and I clearly couldn't...

chalicejoker

So I can make takoyaki now. I've been trying and failing to do that for years. My takoyaki skills have been a running joke through the family since I was ten. I could just never do it. I'd always screw it up somehow. Until now.

I think I pulsed that back. Somehow. They think I must have just been practicing, but I haven't even tried in a couple of years. Then suddenly today we're talking about street foods, one thing led to another, and I can do it.

Apparently I was a giant bug who liked fighting other monsters and could make a mean takoyaki. This stuff's just getting weird.

[Turning into a horrible giant bug? He's made his peace with that, somewhat. Maybe. At least publicly. Fighting other monsters? Sure, he can roll with it. But making takoyaki has apparently pushed Hajime over some sort of weirdness threshold.]

sucrosity

Who: Yoko Aznable & Neil Dylandy
Where: Mecha wing at LCU
When: The 12th, in the morning.
What: Yoko comes in to use the facilities under FBI watch, meets Neil properly for the first time.

( all good soldiers crack like boulders. )

moreweaponsthanyou

Regardless of whether or our resident friendly aliens in the government are responsible for the blackouts or if it's Thundercorp instead, I have to say I'm really disappointed in the aliens.

You know what he answered when I asked him what's the meaning of life during that little meet and greet they held a week or so back?

Heart and soul!

Like, what kind of answer is that? I expected something actually interesting!

buildyourworld

[ He knew something was wrong when Banagher didn't show up at their meeting point before heading to the makeshift hangar together. So when all he got from the younger pilot was a puzzled look after Eugen hunted him down at the university campus, he could literally felt his heart tightened. The realization of what happened hit him in the gut, made worse by the timing it has chosen. After all, he had just recovered from Karl and Melissa's lost of their echoes. Still, the pang of losing a comrade didn't hit with full force until he reached the hangar.

The decidedly emptier hangar was the last straw. Before any of the research team or support staffs could reach him to ask about the missing steed, he had locked himself in the confine of Virtue's cockpit. He stared at the empty spot from Virtue's feed, unable to keep his emotions at bay. So much had happened in the past three months and he had grew closer to Banagher, enough to let the younger pilot into his life without making him earn his trust at months end. Fighting together on the battlefield did that.

He was going to tell Banagher that whatever had been worrying him was over. He wanted to share some detail about his life with the Unicorn pilot that he had came to trust. They were supposed to figure out their Gundams together, find out what's the La+ System was all about.

He won't be able to do so anymore. Not unless Banagher regained his echoes.

And the empty spot where the Unicorn had stood became the catalyst of him crying his eyes out in his own hands. And for once, he was glad no one could hear him.

By the time text message came up on the network, several hours had passed and he's still locked within his cockpit, tired and numb. He needs to break the news to Banagher's friends. It's the least he could do for him, to make his life easier and free from Numbers approaching him any further.

He would protect him, even without the echoes and the Gundam, he would still look out for him. ]

This is Tieria.
Banagher Links... He doesn't remember anymore.
If you're a friend of his, please take note.

(( OOC: If you're a pilot or FBI, approaching him at the hangar is fine! ))

pheromonecoffee

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

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

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

Those guys suck.

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

It can't hurt right?

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

No one under 13 OK?

So College got cancelled.

I'm devastated.

Who would cancel a show like that?

What would you have to be smoking?

CULT FOLLOWING.

I think it's been 30 seconds.

Last chance.

And he puts the cards down.]

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

( Cut for Persona 3 summoning )

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

airfoils

[When the video starts, Alex is looking a little unsure at his phone.]

I think I've got it right...

[At least, it looks like he does, so he quickly straightens himself up to address everyone.]

Hello. I've already met a couple of you, but I guess now is as good a time as any to introduce myself.

I'm Alexander Bogu, a concierge at the Marriott Grand Chateau here in Las Vegas. Its the same hotel that's letting some of us in the "Numbers Club" stay for free, assuming you can prove to the manager that you actually have superpowers. I don't have any powers, unfortunately, so I'm still stuck as an employee.

The offer for the free room still stands, and for anyone else who decided to take us up on it, just ask for Alexander when you arrive. I'll make sure you're taken care of.

innovated

[ It seems Reagan is able to clear up his message now. There's no weird overlap of text and voice anymore now that a headache isn't a problem. Otherwise, his situation hasn't changed much at all. ]

I have some good news and bad news. First, the good news. No one has killed me, yet. My head doesn't hurt and these messages are easier to send now. Secondly, I've been able to break out of these restraints once, but that was a massive mistake. I couldn't get out of the room, and they smashed my ankle for getting out. They've secured everything a lot tighter this time.

I've missed some stuff on the network. Is there any more news about what is going on in Las Vegas or the aliens?

[ Locked for Quantum Brainwave Users ]

kirifuda

[ A drawing is spread across the page under a scrawled purple network number - an image that is unmistakably the final stages of several of the more recognizable Network heroes: an half-colored giant robot (the Dynames, to anyone who might put a name to it), the gathered Precure All-Stars, Alan's titan form and the mysterious Lord of the Bugmen, most notably - against an inked Wise Snake.

There are small studies of the Wise Snake in the corner, and a scrawled scale chart next to it.

After a moment, purple text fills in in some of the empty space: ]

So I guess if I can talk to the real things here, I've gotta ask if drawing you for a charity print is okay, huh?

I'm Steven. I draw comics. If anyone - well, if anyone's interested in an interview, I'm thinking about doing a couple short-comics about the Numbers Club, or more charity prints. We can keep names out of it, if you want. And if you're in this one, and want out... let me know. Fixing the composition'll be a pain in the ass, but it's fine.

buildyourworld

who: Neil Dylandy (

hotshots ) & Eugen Lambert (

buildyourworld )
what: Gun lesson.
when: 19 April 2014
where: Bullets : A Shooting Range
warnings: General? Gun related stuff.

( To aim for the stratosphere, start from the ground... )

buildyourworld

[ The post started off in text because it's the only way he can explain things without shoving it straight into his network friends' face, especially years long friends like Melissa and Celia. After two days of hiding himself away from everyone and finally letting the truth sinks in, he realizes there's no way the drastic change that happened to him isn't real. So with a resigned mood, he booted up his laptop. ]

So...
This might come as a surprise to those of you who knew and have seen me, Tieria, outside of the network.
Right after the broadcast, I received a pulse in the form of physical modification. Thankfully, I did not became an animal or any strange beings, however, the change is drastic enough that I no longer view keeping my appearance from the network necessary. I'm not sure how to explain it so I'm going to switch over to video to make this easier.

[ With a deep breath, he turns on the webcam. In place of his usual brown hair, amber eyes and 24 years old with a mild tan from having worked on the farm is his brand new Innovade body. He's spotting purple hair, red eyes and looks no older than 16 years old, with a skin complexion that would make any girl jealous on first sight. ]

If you have a heart attack, I'm sorry. [ He grimaces, adjusting his glasses in a nervous bout. ] To those who helped me out in my previous post, thank you. I'm no longer suffering from migraine the moment this change took place. So I supposed, there's something good about of it.

[ Sighing softly, he gives the network a weak smile. ] This is going to take some adjusting to...

guitar_case_vagabond

[Raye pops up on the network looking like her usual sunshiney self. She's got Senketsu with her in full today and, as is typical, he's keeping a curious eye on the network but otherwise staying silent.]

So... are we just not gonna talk about the friggin' aliens that landed yesterday or what? And am I out of my fucking mind or did they kinda sound alright to anybody else?

[She huffs out an irritated breath and moves to switch off the message for now, before pausing and adding]

Oh, yeah, and I remember somebody saying some of us get memories of the same shit so... does anybody else out there remember some evil clown lady with rainbow hair? Cause, I guess that's a thing I got.

innovated

[ TEXT & VOICE, SIMULTANEOUSLY. ]
[ The post coming over the network is strange. It's audio and a simultaneous text transcription. The voice is being relayed to the network, but the pitch is slightly off in the same way that your voice sounds different to you when you hear it recorded.]

This is difficult to explain. Either I'm hallucinating all of these text, voice, and video posts on this imaginary network or you're all real. I'm hoping for the latter at the moment, because I could really use some help, even from imaginary super heroes. This gives me the worst migraine to talk this way, but I've been given some Vicodin, and I don't know how much longer I have until it wears off. I need to be quick. I'm not writing on a surface, or tapping, or talking out loud. I've read that's how you normally talk to people here. Veda. If that means anything to you, or if you're one of the people I can feel somewhere out there, find me.

I was abducted from outside of Locke City University. I'm being held somewhere. I have no idea where I am. It's a plain metal room and this chair and mask are uncomfortable as hell. I don't know how many days have passed. How long has it been since the snake attacked downtown? They sent a doctor into the room earlier, and he called me one of 'Them'. Is that supposed to mean one of you?

I've been asked so many questions about Gundams and how I turned them on, but I don't have the answers they're looking for. I don't know if they're ever going to let me out of here or if they're going to kill me. Someone get me the hell out of here.

[ Locked for Quantum Brainwave Users ]

feastorfamine

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

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

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

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

What is a "Gundam"?

[locked to Neil Dylandy]

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

healspec

Who: Brooke, Kotetsu, Neil, Nick, Ravi, Xander
When: April 11th, Friday; late evening
Where: Ravi's apartment
What: Beer, cupcakes, and Godzilla movies gets interrupted by an appearance of the secrets-unlocking keychain monster.

( [something appropriately ominous] )

buildyourworld

[ In the beginning, it was only headache, dull but annoying. It wasn't anything serious so he paid it no heed except popping a Tylenol or two when it became unbearable. He's more concerned about the voice he heard before the headache hit. It's always the same voice, someone asking for help. It started after his Gundam was remotely turned on not too long after the giant snake's defeat. He had ignore it completely the first few times, because the voice had inconveniently spoken up when he was busy tinkering with the Gundams. But as days passed, the pleas became more often, and the dull headache evolved steadily into migraine.

Perhaps it would have been wiser to tell someone but how on earth does he explain hearing voices in his head? It hasn't occur to him that it might be the result of a pulse as he had missed the familiar pull of a pulse when the headache first hit. So instead, he's taken to keeping quiet, reasoning with himself that he's overworked and the voice is nothing but a byproduct of his tired brain. Which is why, after days of prolonged pain and restless sleep, he's asking for help... ]

I'll cut straight to the point.

I need help procuring medicine for migraine. I'll be upfront, I don't have the money for it and Tylenol is no longer helping. If you want something in return, I'm willing to discuss with you.

transcender

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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