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Who: Eugen, Karl
When: 10/26
Where: Germany
What: Bros bonding on bikes!

( viva la bromance!! )

[Karl had not only run to the scene of the crime as soon as the news reached him but then made a beeline for the hospital. Only once having confirmed Danny's status and possibly at the same time the media is starting to hone in on the story does he opt to update the Network.]

For those of you who have yet to hear the news, the Fenton family had been attacked in their own home today. Among the fatalities were two as of yet unknown gunmen and three members of the Fenton family. Danny is alive and in stable condition, apparently unharmed. He's presently at [insert name of some hospital plus the room number]. Should visiting hours be over, mention my name and you ought to be able to see him without much hassle. If anyone requires a lift, I can provide that, as well.

[It had been less painful to convince the doctors of that than expected. Between police orders to ensure the boy's mental stability and the sheer tragedy of what happened, no one wanted to refuse the idea.

Karl almost ends the post there but decides to add one final thing.]

Please, should you be even vaguely acquainted with him, come visit. You'll have my gratitude.

((ooc: details of what happened are here and danny's open hospital log is here!))

theearth

Who: OPEN
When: The 18th
Where: The Orbital Tower
What: Explorations!
Warnings: If something comes up, please warn for it in your subject lines!

( Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars )

dominateartimus

What do you do when you can't sleep and medication won't help?

ursoreckless

[ so he had been a little on the quiet side these past few weeks, but here is Shou, looking a bit grumpy and annoyed about something. from what could be seen of his surroundings, it looked a lot less like the usual rich surroundings of videos from before, but thanks to the way there's barely any light around him, it was really hard to tell. it takes him a moment to say anything but when he does, it's pretty much to the point. ]

So. If I try to go for the throat on anyone in the future, just smack me in the nose or something. Or drive me to the nearest bloodbank.

arrowpoint

[Liam's looking rather excited and shocked today when he turns on the laptop in his hotel room. It's apparent that he wants to look at the camera to speak to the network, but he's also unable to take his eyes off of whatever it outside the window to the side... which in this case is everything.]

Guys, guys... you will not believe this! I can see like... forever!

buildyourworld

We're down to 1 machine, just mine.
Dynames is not in any capacity to mobilize until we fix it.

The tower in Germany is an Orbital Elevator from Tieria's world. It's a solar power generator, space travel station and defense base all in one. I've been given the date 18th October for a supervised exploration trip; this means the German/Austrian police and military officers will be present during the entire trip. If you can't behave in their presence, you will be kick out, so consider this an advance warning. Those who are interested in coming, leave your name in here so I'll have a headcount.

Until then, the Orbital Elevator will be closed and fenced off.

Also, with consideration of the height of the Orbital Elevator, anyone with heart, lung, blood pressure or any respiratory conditions should sit this one out. We will be ten thousands of feet in space, so consider this warning seriously. If you get into any medical condition, we won't be able to provide medical attention quick enough to save your life.

(( OOC: Note from the mods: If you want to get into the Orbital Elevator illegally before 18th October, please contact Kira-mod! ))

( PRIVATE TEXTS to Melissa, Karl, Lily, Fil, Kevin, Amy, L & Xander )

( Log option in Las Vegas )

buildyourworld

[ 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! ]

flamberge

Who: Eugen, Karl
When: 9/25
Where: Las Vegas
What: Guy talk and helping a bro out of a belted monstrosity.

( don't tell me i don't want to know )

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? )

greenisthenewblack

Media Coverage

[A few days after this incident at Locke High School, a news story breaks during primetime on a popular local station. And gets snapped up quickly, so anyone who misses the initial story might see it (or similar broadcasts) online, on other news stations, in print news, and even a few tabloids. And since it concerns the numbered, it will likely even get some attention in Vegas.]

Earlier this week, a local high school teacher was confronted with evidence that she was part of the organization that calls themselves the 'Numbered'. Her reaction - recorded by an onlooker - has brought new urgency to the questions we've already been asking. Are these people safe? Stable? How many of them are working among us and our children undetected?

[They play the scene, recorded by what is almost certainly a smartphone camera, with a few appropriate comments from the spectators - bleeped out expletives, mostly, although one voice wails "my locker!" at a certain point.]

No one was reported injured during this incident, partially due to the brave efforts of students Daniel Fenton and Robyn Lyre in distracting and restraining the agitated and destructive former faculty member. Police arrived quickly on the scene, but the men shown escorting her out are none other than the deputy superintendent and the homicide supervisor. It's unclear how they're related to this case - neither position would normally respond to a call like this one - but they clearly seem to be familiar with the perpetrator. Could the numbered be influencing the local police? We've brought some experts in to discuss.

[The 'experts' are well-known anti-numbered advocates, and the discussion revolves mostly around how dangerous and volatile the numbered are. They emphasize what a threat numbered might be to children. Ideas about how they need to be tracked and locked up are bandied about. Danny and Robyn are talked up as heroes, and Nick and Karl as either co-conspirators or victims of manipulation. Later reports - especially the tabloids - take these rumors and run with them. The teens are celebrated, and Nick and Karl are accused of sleeping with the Numbered - and each other - more than once, labelled as obvious sympathizers.]

((OOC: All PCs mentioned in this post were added with full permission from their respective players.))

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Network Post, video

[Before the first broadcast is even finished, Sheila opens the network. To video, because why not. It can't get any worse. Can it? She's in sweats and has her head buried in her hands at her kitchen table.]

Yes. That's me.

What they didn't say is that I was fired on suspicion of being numbered, right before the video starts.

gogoghostpowers

[Today's video of Danny brought to you with a wide grin on Cure Phantom's face and a backdrop of eyesearing bright green. It could be mistaken for a glowing green screen, if not for the fact that the color is subtly shifting in the background, and are those...floating boulders?]

Guys--guys, I figured it out! All those weird little portals that have been showing up in Locke lately? They're ghost portals! There's--this is some place called the Ghost Zone, it's like a whole other dimension where all ghosts come from!

This is--[Danny looks up and his eyes widen.] Oh--whoa, whoa!

[The video starts shaking and it's not clear what's going on, beyond the fact that the green in the background becomes a clear sky blue. Once the video stabilizes, though, it becomes clear that Danny's back in the human world. As he swings the phone around to show the sights before him, a small mountain range comes into view.]

...wow, okay, uh. I guess I'm in Vegas now.

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 )

alilyinthemoonslight

[Lily appears, looking a little nervous.]

Hi, everyone. You might have noticed Linda posting before about Winter and I sort of, ah. Getting eaten by a magic mirror.

Obviously, that sort of. Well. Didn't last. We're fine - Winter and I both came out without anything wrong with us. If anything, we're... better than ever, honestly.

[She smiles.]

Sorry if we worried anyone.

In the meantime, we're still feeling our way around here in Vegas and figuring out what to do. I don't think any of us know how "permanent" or not this is going to be, and... all of the schools here are shut down for the time being. [She shakes her head.] But... we're managing, and we've got problems here that need to be looked into just as much as Locke. Still... if anyone needs anything back home, do say something, okay? [Her vision diverts from the screen a little bit.] I'm worried about you guys, so... stay safe, as best you can.

[And with that, she clicks the video closed.]

boxingbuff

[The video turns on with a flicker, briefly obscured by a bright light. The light in question, which seemed to be from a desk lamp, is quickly moved away. Finally, the video shows an adult male, sitting at a desk and looking thoroughly unimpressed.

He's also dressed in a policeman's uniform, if that means anything.]

Well, this is fantastic. [Ladd mutters in his vaguely Brooklyn accent, rubbing his chin.] First I get some really interesting memories I don't remember having, and now I got a password to a network I never wanted to subscribe to in the first place.

[He lets out a low laugh, almost sarcastic.] It's almost like it's karma or something. I'm guessing this is what the kid was talking about. Shame I kicked him out, he'd be almost useful right now. For once.

So! [He leans back in his chair, giving the viewer a smirk.] You guys are those super-humans I've heard so much about. The ones that helped destroy the business district almost a year ago, and get half the force arrested and taken away.

[A nod, polite.] Officer Ladd Splot, at your service.

onecream_fivesugar

[It's been well over a week since Robyn last made an appearance on the network. She had needed some time to recover and sort herself out after the ordeal she had been through, she wasn't anywhere near one hundred percent but she was at least ready to make an attempt to show up in front of her friends again.

She was incredibly nervous about doing this, she knew there were a fair number of people that thought it would be best to wait for the mafia to release her... But that wasn't exactly how things had worked out. She knew there had been a lot of arguing over the situation. She had only seen a little of it during the short time she had access to the network, but it was enough to make her nervous of how people might be reacting to the fact that her rescuers had probably made the mafia really angry. She certainly couldn't bring herself to be mad at them, they had saved her plain and simple.]

[So the feed opens up with Robyn staring at the screen, chewing on her lower lip nervously. After a moment she'll raise her hand and wave nervously. She certainly looks to be a lot better than when she was being held by Albero, but there are dark bags under her eyes. It's pretty obvious she hasn't been sleeping well lately.]

Uhmm... Hey! Uh-Long time, no see?

I just wanted everyone to know I'm here and uhm-I'm fine.

So... You all don't have to worry anymore.

I-uh... Haven't really been checking here over the last little while and I kind of, sorta lost my cellphone during the-

[She frowns and decides against talking about what had happened and moves on.]

-The thing... But I just got a new one a couple days ago, so getting a hold of me shouldn't be a problem.

[She stares at the screen for a moment, completely unsure of what to say next. She feels like this may not have been the best idea.]

Well-I'm gonna go now. I just wanted to say well... Thank you and I-I'm sorry for everything that happened.
[She let's out a deep breath and shuts down the feed for now. She'll give herself a few minutes before she starts responding.]

[OOC: Hey! I know there are people that mentioned wanting to visit Robyn after the plot. If anyone still wants to do that feel free to start something here or let me know and I can get things going.]

dead_black_eyes

[This is a really difficult post to make. L clears his throat.]

Some of you are already aware of an unfortunate occurrence at my coffee shop through Twitter. #Espressoyourself, #freaksoflocke, and #hipstergate are all particularly active at present.

[A pause, and then firm, deliberate continuation.]

I am taking a leave of absence for several more weeks because I love Espresso Yourself and its mission too much to do them further harm. Business, upstairs and downstairs, should continue as usual thanks to Torin, Belle Goldman, and the rest of the shop's excellent staff. In the spirit of recovery and to make the most of my time off, I've scheduled an operation, but if anyone has powers or expertise in healing, and believes they could deal with an old injury, I would prefer this route. So if it wouldn't sap, weaken or kill you... please talk to me before Sunday.

That's really all I wanted to say, so... thank you for your time.

siesinddasessen

If anyone tries to free Robyn, you will have crossed me.

Albero has reason to keep his promise right now, and he doesn't like people that cross his path, you should have realized that by now. Useless interference might not only cause her harm but kill her and harm all of us. Let Albero think that we're considering it. It will buy all of us time.

onecream_fivesugar

[Robyn had just wanted to go spend some time with her aunt, they were going to get ice cream and have a grand old time. The last thing she expected or wanted to have was a group of mafia goons suddenly swarm her on the street and pull her into a black van that had just swerved up to the curb. The thugs had come, swept Robyn up and had disappeared just as fast as they come. She tried her best to fend them off but well... She was a sixteen year old girl with the power to summon rose petals randomly and run kind of fast. She wasn't prepared or capable or defending herself from something like this.

Over twenty four hours had passed since that happened. Of course, Robyn had no idea what time it was, she had completely lost track of time a few hours in. She hadn't even heard much from the thugs after they brought to god knows where. When they arrived they had sat her down in a chair, tied, gagged and blindfolded her only to back off and leave her without another or word or an explanation as to why they were doing this. She could hear them speaking in hushed tones, but none of them would answer her muffled cries.

So she did the only things she could: she squirmed and tried to break free to no avail, she screamed, she cried, she slept a little but not much. She was too terrified to do that for very long.

Eventually Someone did approach her. Told her that they'd let her go if she helped them deliver a message. ...Robyn agreed. They untied her hands, removed the gag and blindfold and shortly after they gave her a laptop. It didn't take her long after that to connect to the network.

[ As soon as he's sure that Robyn seems to have connected to the mystery numbers network, a man steps forward. Anyone who has ever Googled him should recognise him, since he's pretty distinctive-looking, but he's going to introduce himself for the benefit of people who haven't. What a lovely man. ]

Well, hello. Assuming my friend here is telling the truth and you can all see me - and she better be -

[ He places a hand on Robyn's head. It's an unmistakably threatening gesture. Robyn flinches at the touch, but she's not in a position to stop him. ]

- then I assume you all know who I am. Albero. Mr. Albero. And I have a proposal for your, ah... collective.

[ He grins, lowering his shades just enough to peer over the top of them. ]

Get out of my city. You're in the way. Pack your freak bags and get the hell out. You do that, and I won't come after you. The unpleasantness will stop. You stay here? Me and the family keep having our fun. And believe me, my unsavoury friends, we have been having a lot of fun with this. You're great entertainment! Bravo. But all good things must come to an end, huh?

[ He ruffles Robyn's hair, still grinning in an incredibly unpleasant manner. Fresh tears well up in her eyes. ]

To prove I can keep my promises, I'll be letting my new friend here go home by the end of the day. As long as nobody tries anything stupid, anyhow. Sounds good, right, princess?

[Robyn whimpers and looks away, her eyes fixed on the ground as tears stream down her cheeks.]

[ He crouches so that he's at Robyn's level, still smiling into the camera as he takes is hand from her head and instead grips her shoulder. Rather too hard, unfortunately - hopefully she doesn't bruise easily. ]

[Robyn bit her lip and shook her head frantically. She tried to stop herself from making a sound, but despite her efforts she let out a pained groan.]

I suggest you all consider my offer. [And to Robyn:] End it.

[Robyn's arms shook and she slowly raised trembling hands to the laptop again, her fingers fumbled on the keyboard but she didn't actually shut down her connection to the network. Albero stepped away from the computer to speak to a few of the men that had been holding Robyn over the last day, leaving her alone with the network open for now. Does anyone want to say hi?]

[OOC: Used red for Robyn bits!]

stopinthenameofawe

[Maybe this isn't something that would have bothered Melissa normally, but... well. With everything going on even she feels like she should check.]

Hey. Anybody seen Robyn today? She was supposed to come chill with me for the night, but she hasn't shown up. Her dad doesn't know where she is either.

...For the record, we made this arrangement in person, so it's not because of her losing her memories of the network.

[.....Danny she swears to god if this has anything to do with you...]

italktofish

[The video feed opens, and it's clearly underwater. There's a shot of a tunnel, one that looks like it's partially blocked by rock and sand, but then it quickly turns to face Arthur.]

Ahoy there! I'm sure you've seen on the news how Las Vegas FLOODED, and since I'VE been in Vegas, You know I had to check it out! And I found something OUTRAGEOUS!

[Arthur looks like he's about to burst with outrageous excitement. The video feed pans again, and that sure is a lobster. Or a crab. Some mix between the two. Whatever it is, it's on the ground there at the bottom of wherever the flooded area he's investigating is. It's also enormous, and it's about 300 meters long.]

I FOUND it! I FOUND THE OUTRAGEOUS SEA CREATURE THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT!

[Really, he's looking way more excited than any man should look while underwater next to a giant crustacean. He's close enough to touch it now, and he turns the camera back to face both him and the lobster-thing behind him, like he's takling a selfie, giving himself a chance to smile and wave. He then turns it back to face the creature.]

AHOY THERE! YOU MUST BE THE OUTRAGEOUS SEA CREATURE I'VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT! I'M AQUAMAN, BUT MY FRIENDS CALL ME ARTHUR! YOU CAN CALL ME ARTHUR!

[The creature actually stirs slightly at that yelling, though it does not wake. The camera feed shakes from the movement, as though the creature stirring is making the water a little choppy for Arthur. Anyone in Vegas in the vicinity of the flooded area may be aware that there was just a very slight tremor at that exact moment.

Someone should probably tell him not to do that again.]

scramasax

[The usual ceiling view in a poorly-lit room. Anthony settles into place with reasonable alignment; otherwise spares little - not all that easy to so much as make out his face. A covered cough.

Husky and sharp-halting:]

-- Hello. 'S Anthony Janvier.

Uhm, last - last week -- I'm... sorry that-that this wasn't said before but there's been - so much happening, er -

St. John's -- the church, that was - replaced with a chapel, er - we, um - Mr. Burkhardt, Mr. Lyall, Xander, Hajime, Mr. Keller and I went there. Last week. There's a - [Coughs again, voiced.]

There's a -- secret passage in the second floor. To a ladder... that, um. Goes - [And falls muttering.] - goes down to a - subterranean... level... We --

-- didn't get - very far inside; we -- there - there were monsters. In the first hall; uhmm - [Swallows, releases shaky.] - like mummies. -- And they attacked, erhh...

It -- it isn't safe... [Obviously. Binds his voice back up - ] I-I-I'm assuming we have to - we have to change that... Take -- ...care of it. Before...

[Any implied follow to that "before" probably works. Back down to compressed and husky:]

-- Don't know who would go -- and, ermm... - Not - can't be sure what else... else is underground - I'm -- not even me. It - it -

I had a pulse, the... day, the - chapel showed up; I've umm... Haven't - pulsed -- anything useful. About it...

[Apart from the awareness that there was a secret passage, at any rate - thinks, takes a raspy breath for a moment, scrapes a more to-the-point closer out with low-floating uncertainty.]

What - what - what... What does -- anyone think we should do -- ?

[Soft, compulsive - ] I apologize.

buildyourworld

[ For many of the Numbers, the changes that took place in Las Vegas since the 24th probably meant nothing to them other than a steady rise of infamy, no thanks to the press for blowing everything out of proportions. Having waited before making the post to the Network, Eugen along with other FBI Agents has been scouting the affected areas to make sure livelihood is not negatively influenced by the sudden raise of earth level.

But of course, trying to film the area without being bombarded by reporters was not an easy feat so instead, the Network gets a bunch of really cool pictures of the now mountainous casinos street (or rather mountain trails), theme parks, houses and buildings that has been perfectly fitted into the ledges, a pretty cool looking mountain top that may trigger echo to some members of the magical community and small forested areas that shouldn't be possible in the desert land of Las Vegas.

Also included are pictures of flooded streets and entire flooded lower area of Las Vegas. Once the pictures slide ended, Eugen address the Network from the safely of the hotel suite. ]

I'm sure everyone is sufficiently informed about what happened in Las Vegas. As you can see from the pictures, things are not as bad as reported by the press. Damages are rather minimal and most buildings were... magically fitted into the landscape without structure problems. It's probably safe to assume that the casinos aren't going to collapse anytime soon while you're gambling in there. It's also a lot cooler now that it's not a desert land.

We do have a rather big problem though, all the lower areas are flooded and rescue missions are being carried out in the affected areas. With all the incidents happening here being connected to water in one way or another, I'm honestly a little worried with the presence of such a large body of water. I think, it's also noteworthy to mention that it seem the echo boundaries has expanded... most likely encompassing all the areas affected by this change.

[ Pause. ] To those who attended the cultist conference, were there anything noteworthy to share among the community?

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!

seed_of_memory

Hello everyone. The last time I spoke to you, many of you asked me to look into the situation involving the criminal attacks that have been plaguing our number. I'd already been acting to investigate this myself, but it is for that reason, and for the reason of our safety that I am speaking to you now.

There is someone leaking information about us to the mafia.

It cannot be doubted that this is the case. The people who have been attacked are all Numbered, or connected to someone who is. There is no way that anyone could have attacked that combination of people without someone feeding them information gleaned from the Network, as not all of the people affected by these attacks have their status known to the public.

We all need to be careful, but I would like to make something clear: Abandoning the use of the network is not the solution here. It is our one means of communication with one another, and whatever damage that can be done has already been done. If we divide ourselves and cease to communicate, we will be at a disadvantage to people who are clearly our enemies.

Of course, we cannot act as if nothing is wrong, either. Stay vigilant. Stay focused. Watch what information you give out and whom you share it with. And protect one another.

italktofish

[So the video feed opens, and there's...Elvis. The biggest, most muscular Elvis anyone's ever seen. He's stretching the seams of the rented white sequined jumpsuit. He's got a black pompadour that's quite obviously a wig, giant Elvis sunglasses...and a bright blonde beard. No points for guessing who THIS is. He looks a bit dejected.]

Those cultists didn't fall for my disguise so I could SNEAK IN to their NEFARIOUS CONFERENCE! Can you BELIEVE that?

I had a FAKE ID and everything!

[And he flashes the Network a somewhat crappy fake drivers' license with a picture of him in this getup and the name 'Nick Papageorgio.']

...not that I had much TIME to get a DECENT fake together...I think I should get my MONEY back from that guy!

senseandcecilbility

Who: Floweregg, Cecil, Eugen, Siiri, puppy lovers of all kind?
Where: Places in Vegas

When: August 17-18th

What: Floweregg's Vegas adventures! Cecil finds the puppy, but where is her human? Maybe Eugen can help?

Warnings: Puppy!

Part One: Mailman meets puppy.

Part Two: Eugen, here is a puppy.

Part Three: Profit?

(ooc: prose or brackets are perfectly fine!)

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.]

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.)

alilyinthemoonslight

Hello, there. I suppose I haven't been very talkative for awhile. A lot of things happened right before we left Vegas, and... I suppose I let that weigh down on me for too long.

As well, I have perhaps been a little too harsh to a couple people since then. [ Tieria and Lucas come immediately to mind, but she's not going to call them out publicly. ] It's no real excuse, but... I haven't been myself.

Which I can't afford, as I know there are a lot more dangers cropping up out there. The murders and the cultists in Vegas, the mafia here... The media too, if you look look in some places.

Obviously, saying "we should be careful" is silly. My question is, does anyone have any more ideas for HOW best to be more careful? To better our standing or find ways of reaching out, and protecting those around us? My girlfriend, my sister, my best friends - most of us are powered by some means or another. Some... not anymore, and then there's my father.

When I first came onto the Network, I pushed people away because I didn't want them being in danger thanks to me. Now, I'm worried that's an even greater danger than before, for those near me who can't do the sorts of things I can. I'm... worried about them, about my father most of all.

Of course it's not just about him - I'd like to help anyone I can if there's anybody wondering the same things. I'm sure very many of us are, now.

There was a time I think I believed I could solve a lot of things with the power I'd obtained. I know now that's not the case, so... I know at least we need to approach things in a different light, now.

[ A sigh, and she taps her keyboard idly. There was one more thing, but... it seemed trivial in light of all this. ]

...as an aside, does anyone know of anyplace which may be hiring for the late summer and fall? It's more of a personal thing, but... I need someplace that won't turn me away because I'm Numbered, as nervous as I am about bringing yet more attention elsewhere. Tying in with the above, I'm worried of putting THEM in danger, too. Still... it's something I'll need to be doing, and I need to figure out how to approach it.

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!))

bronographic

Here's the million dollar question everyone: how do you repair a house in seven days, so that your parents don't come home to their house being totally wrecked?

Don't everyone come at once, single file lines will be upheld until further notice.
But, no, I'm actually serious. Kind of came home to one hell of a present, courtesy of the mafia.
Or, that's at least my theory of who those thugs were. Can't say I've had much of a run in with them before, but I have heard of them. They looked the type.

So, anyone proficient with fixing broken windows and/or doors? How about semi-burnt walls and other horseshit like that?
You know, small stuff. Nothing too fancy.

Now for part two of this fun-filled adventure: who can tell me about robots?
And I don't mean "Oh shit I'm becoming a robot, now I have rockets coming out of my ass" type of deal here, yo.
I have a robot that looks like me, with some sick shades, and even sicker fighting skills, and I'm not exactly sure what to do with him. Let alone, how to get him to listen at all. He seems pretty set on doing his own thing, but surprisingly it's probably not a good idea to have a stray robot on the loose.

dead_black_eyes

First... it's only right to offer my sincerest thanks to everyone who helped, following the attack on Espresso Yourself. We couldn't have done it without your generous assistance, and the speed we reopened with was a direct result of your efforts and sacrifice. Even if mob occurrences seem to be escalating for others, in frequency and severity... I can say, at least for now, that the coffee shop is doing well.

[A pause. This update is not the sole reason he's making this post.]

If you've... ever gotten a pulse, and it's something bad... something you lose sleep over, that goes against everything you thought you knew and understood about your other... how do you begin to repair the ensuing cognitive dissonance? Especially if your other hurt people... and you know it wasn't self-defense, and they were obscenely good at it...

I apologize for rambling. Let me attempt to streamline my questions.

Faced with new evidence concerning the person you're receiving pulses from, does it change your belief that you can be a better man or woman?

If you could talk to that person and ask them why they acted a certain way, would you embrace that chance, or be afraid of what they might say?

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?

stopinthenameofawe

Who: Melissa and whoever wants to celebrate her birthday!!
When: July 15th
Where: A private room in a bar for the grown up party; Karl's apartment and
What: It's Melissa's birthday! TIME TO PARTY.
Warnings: Stupid, drunk adults. And Melissa in general.

( today is your birthday~ )

scramasax

[The lighting from this number is as bad as ever, but the view's horizontal and low - it most clearly catches a certain amount of floor, and a set of jagged pieces lumped together on it a short ways away.

Anthony's there, partway crouching, unfocused - his hand comes into view pulling off of it. Swallows - slightly breathy.]

-- There... um.

[Shallow:] I... got - the... I got a third - sigil, a few months ago. I haven't used them yet.

Please uh - [Swallows again, clears his throat short and sharp.] - tell me what happens - if I can't tell. I'm - I'm trying them.

[Keeping his voice small to keep it stable in the anxiety, of course, but either way, he staggers back - nudges one of the shards on the ground with one step and shuffles into place behind them. Produces some circular plate from his pocket, holds it flat, drops a small handful of something else onto the surface, and begins tentatively sliding them around.

He doesn't a hundred percent fit into the frame and the surface of the plate's at an angle to fail to show on the screen at all.

Either way after a few moments there's a bright blue flash and a swooping Whoom! sound - Anthony jars. And then proceeds.

Whoom!

Whoom!

And three blue sigils flash bright, clear, and geometric in a wide triangle on the ground, with an echo - with a low disembodied voice, on cue as if reading them.

Antorbok, Magormor, Ulyaoth.

A buzz and rush of energy and a ray of blue light flashes from each into the pile of shards on the ground. It rises as if lifting it - the shape of a solid vase takes shape at the top highlighted in waves of energy.

And then the sigils snuff out. The light's gone. The vase hangs in the air a moment - and then drops, and smashes in a splash of blue sparks.

Anthony yelps and flops down, feeling around at the pieces.]

-- Did - did - was it... Did it -- put the pieces back together...?

[Breathy again, with a small crack, as that was unnerving to hold still through, but he sounds faintly excited - it wasn't deadly, as far as he could tell. Not immediately.]

moreweaponsthanyou

Who: Fil(bert), OPEN
When: 7/5
Where: Random bar in Locke
What: Fil's noticed he's finally stopped shrinking and has gone out to a bar to 'celebrate'. If he's talked to you more than once on the network and he knows you're legal, you probably got a message he's gone to so-and-so bar to have a drink or two, maybe three and you're all welcome to join him. He's open to having random passerby's join him as well, so drop on in!

( There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so brown That the Man in the Moon himself came down One night to drink his fill. )

flamberge

Who: Eugen, Karl
When: 6/25
Where: Around town
What: Helping stranded motorists is only the right thing to do.

( and on a motorcycle too )

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