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Network, suil.

[Julien sounds tired. The camera shows two smallish gray animals in a large dog crate. They have combined traits of cygnets and puppies but are clearly neither. One is basically doglike, though it has four webbed feet, barely any tail, and its teeth, showing as it gnaws jerky, are black beakstuff. The other creature resembles some kind of griffin, though it's downy and baby-looking now. Both are clearly wary, both are thin and have dirty fur and feathers.]

I managed to trap these two things. Their parents are dead, and they pretty obviously won't make it out on their own, but I think they should tame. They got relaxed enough around me to catch, anyway. But, I don't really want to keep them. Anyone interested? I think I have something lined up if not.

[He swings the camera around to face himself and smiles.]

Careful. I'm pretty sure the first time you get anywhere near something like this, it gets you a pulse.

gobybessie

[ It's a rather posh set up, like this was some professional solemn news broadcast or something. Though, to be fair, John does think it's very important. He's seated at his desk, arms folded in front of him, and a furrow to his brow. ]

There is a matter I wish to discuss with you.

People have been losing their jobs, been suspended from schools, and hunted down simply for being numbered. It's more than enough that in any other case you could bring it to court but, likely, the law is not entirely sure what to make of us. In the fine print, I suppose we aren't exactly covered.

[ But if you ask him, that's honestly absurd, and that's clear in his tone.

He takes a break to grab a cup of tea and take a sip. There's a shift in his eyes, into something exhausted. He's tired. There's a lot going on and he's not entirely sure what to do. ]

We tend to take the law into our own hands, but I think perhaps it's worth actually trying to work with it. If anyone else would like to try, I would be glad to have some help.

Any inputs or thoughts are welcome. I'd love to hear them.

[ And he cuts the feed. ]

scarlet_devil

[Today, the vampire looks both upset and angry, both at the situation in Locke and at her parents. She's fresh out of an argument with them after being told the news. They are planning on moving away from Locke City... Emi has no choice but to go with them.]

...My family's moving out of Locke, including Dani. [She doesn't have to mention she'll have to go with them too, right?]

We made a home for ourselves here! I made a home for myself. And now, to have to leave...

I'll still be Numbered, at least. We're heading to Las Vegas.

wonk

( this is a lot worse than books and cats )

drama8om8

[ Octavia is, as usual, sitting on her huge-ass pile of treasure. She's also sporting fangs and a pair of glasses with one lens blacked out like an eyepatch, thanks to her losing an eye during CRAB BATTLE. Arr, mateys. ]

First person to make jokes about my depth perception, call me cyclops or otherwise mock my heroic war wound gets mind controlled into licking the floor of the nearest public bathroom, just eff why eye. I am talking business! So I am cutting that shit off before it starts.

[ SO THERE. ]

So. The unpronounceable German place is oooooooobviously going to come with its own hugeass pink bad guy. A duck or whatever, I guess. And we are going to spend forever twiddling our collective thumbs until it pops out one day and surprises us like some kind of asshole! Right?

WRONG.

[ And she slides dramatically down the treasure pile. But leaves her laptop behind and has to fly back up and grab it. NOBODY SAW THAT OKAY ]

I recently got back memories of being really super great at finding enormous bad guys with very little to go on. The best at it! So tomorrow I am heading for Germany to go find the giant goose monster and kick the shit out of it. And then I will spend the evening being fucking awesome. Anybody whose age ends in -teen should totally join me! Because. Like I said. Awesome. It'll be like a camping party, only way less lame.

[ There's a tiny thoughtful pause before she adds: ]

Say, did you know the legal drinking age in Germany is just sixteen?

scramasax

Who: Anthonies Janvier and Sparado, Hajime Aikawa, Shou Chinen, possibly Richard Stroud, Xander Jarle, Nick Burkhardt, Soren Castor, Davin Carter, John Smith, Toushirou Hitsugaya, and anyone else who might've expressed interest in an expedition delving after dark into the mummy-infested catacombs beneath a local church.
Where: Below the altered St. John's Episcopal Church.
When: Evening of Saturday, September 6th.
What: Investigation and hopeful threat elimination.
Warnings: Violence and encouragement of good old "Lovecraft insanity".

[This log is going to be broken down for free-for-alling section-by-section:
- Area 1 - The Entrance
- Area 2 - The First Hall
- Areas 3 and 4 - The First Room and Stairwell
- Areas 5 and 6 - The Fountain Room
- Areas 7 and 8 - The Arcane Study
- Area 9 - The Shrine
- "Boss Fight"
- Return to the Church

To toss in another character or brush up on what to expect in the catacombs, including areas and monsters, please refer to this post - and, of course, toss in any questions if you've got them!]

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.

abhero

So, about the aliens.

You know the perky one? He was handing out ice cream last week, and then came to the shell freaks’ meeting-- I think his name’s Badri. We talked at the ice cream thing, and I asked him if he had cool alien powers. He said he can’t used them on me, but he can show me how it works on a pigeon.

[There’s a pause. Emil looks uncomfortable, and not because Badri made him pinky-swear not to tell.]

He looked at it and it just-- I don’t know what he did, but the pigeon freaked out. It couldn’t move but you could tell it’s suffering. Then he let go and it just died. Keeled over. Badri said it’s because, and I quote, “the severe mental trauma”. He also said that usually it only happens to more intelligent creatures. [Another pause, and he gives the camera a meaningful look.] More intelligent. He can literally scare people to death with his mind.

And It’s not just him having creepy powers. You should’ve seen the way he acted-- he kept smiling like it’s a game. When the pigeon died he was all like [Emil does a rather convincing impression of Badri’s voice] “Oops! Didn’t mean to kill it, must be the severe mental trauma, tee-hee-hee!”

I know they’ve been okay so far, but it was fucked up. What kind of person tortures an animal just to demonstrate something and smiles while he’s doing it?

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.

mood2wiingiing

ok so in case anyone was wondering, "going on vacation for a few days" really means "losing your pulsechoes for a month and a half and forgetting everything on the network".
just fyi.

now im back if anyone cares.
or if anyone cares two try and fill me in before i end up having two go through every lame post since june.

( private to davin )

fridayisyellow

So I still didn't get powers or anything cool like that, but when the power went out I remembered something. I was directing a totally great movie! I wrote it too, of course.

It was pretty cool, but it was all made up. Magic and a bunch of other useless crap. If I made a movie now it would be about something totally completely amazing!

That's why I decided. I'm making a movie about numbers stuff.

Actors are wanted. Auditions are next weekend. Talented and awesome people only.

dorkytracksuit

IIf you have the abiiliity two help, are you morally obliigated two do so?

Just somethiing II've been thiinkiing about lately.

lowres

Is it very hard to get used to wearing contacts?

I do not want to upset anyone with my eyes, but I am not sure contact lenses would even work... Does anyone have experience with them?

the_fist

[Gabriel was sitting at his computer in a wife beater with shorts. He turned on his webcam and pointed it directly at what looked to be a massive pile of plain fried donuts, his arms crossing as he looked from the pile to his computer screen over and over and over again.]

Hey, guys. Ever echo a ton of donuts before?

[He reached down, picked one up and then ate it whole, swallowing quickly enough that it was just one bite. He moved on and ate another one as he waited for responses.]

radiantchicken

[The video feed opens, and there's Torin, sitting there looking just as normal as normal can be...or at least, normal for a blue and red parrot with scaly blue arms. A blue and red parrot with scaly blue arms who is holding a tiny sword that looks as though it just might actually be a sword-shaped letter opener sharpened so that it functions as an actual blade. So yes, perfectly normal.

When the perfectly normal parrot opens his beak to speak, there's a glint of white--looks like someone has grown himself some nice, sharp teeth that look as though they wouldn't be out of place on a small dinosaur. His voice is just as normal as the rest of him; though Torin is a ten-inch-tall parrot, his voice sounds like that of a deep-voiced human man.]

Greetings, everyone. Given recent events, I am reminded that we should all be able to defend ourselves, for one never knows when trouble might strike. I would like to let you all know that I seem to remember a very great deal about the proper usage of swords. I am volunteering my services to anyone who might want to learn swordsmanship.

You will have to supply your own swords; I regret that I do not yet have any that are suitable for those larger than myself.

gogoghostpowers

Has anyone seen Aria posting on the network? I haven't seen her here or at home in nearly two weeks.

I'm starting to think she might have lost all her pulses. And I'm pretty sure she was only ever still around any more as a ghost because of them in the first place so...unless anyone has seen her posting stuff, I think this means she's really dead now. Again. This time permanently.

yerawizarderi

so i got a question for you freaky powwered types
like the ones wwho echoed back all these wweird freak powwers an wwhat not
noww youre probably wwonderin wwhy the bloody fuck im evven askin about this and really i aint got any reason in particular or nothin so savve your breath and my precious time in askin me cuz i just gavve you the answwer
ANYWWAY i wwas wwonderin wwhen you got your wweird inhuman powwers did you havve full control of them or did you havve to learn howw to control them?
and if its the latter wwhich howw exactly did you come to yknoww DO that?

again i aint got no particular reason for askin other than general curiosity here
i aint one a you freaks after all

lowres

If you had to choose a location for a party that needed to fit a lot of people, where would it be?

fridayisyellow

dorkytracksuit

IIt feels liike II've been liiviing a dream for the last month or so. Strange that II used two thiink of that as normal. IIt shows how much II've changed and II'm not sure iif that should be depressiing or not.

II forgot everythiing about thiis and looked liike my old self. All the changes II had made iin my liife II had completely mundane reasons for makiing. Now that II remember agaiin not sure why II beliieved any of iit.

How can our bodiies physiically change so easiily, how can our miinds be so readiily maniipulated? II used two assume that these changes, whatever they are, were (and many of you wiill roll your eyes and laugh) beiing wrought by God for some hiigher purpose. Now II'm not sure thiis iisn't just another triick by those really conviinciing aliiens.

II just wiish we knew what's causiing thiis, why iit's happening and what iit iis we're supposed two be doiing about iit. IIt's never really made any sense, but II guess just how nonsensiical iit iis has really hiit home as of late.

Just thiinkiing aloud II guess.

[private to soren]

II remember.

disdainfully

[The feed comes on to the plaza before the entrance hall of Locke airport, for a moment only showing general scenery before focusing on the fountain that is located there. And on a certain blond man who seems to just have been thrown into it, as he's currently sitting up from a position that he clearly did not get into voluntarily, face down in the rather shallow and gross water.

The voice that speaks up is Thorir's, impatience, threat and disdain mingling into a tone of touchy annoyance. Thorin might not have cared about being short, but Thorir has always been tall and comes from a culture that has an issue with short males. Plus he has lived fifty years without having to learn how to not be the tallest/one of the tallest people in any given group of peers.]

In case any of you feels the need to point out any physical changes about myself in the future, I request you to simply keep such thoughts to yourself.

[He breathes. This was only a side point, all things considered, but one that he wanted to make. The camera now turns towards himself. He looks tired, weary, not so much from lack of actual sleep but from family trouble and now the vanishing of the younger of his nephews, and the worry connected with it. This only made the family trouble more complicated, really.

Curiously, no physical change is actually visible on him, at least not on screen.]

That said, I'm back in the city now. If anyone has seen Killian since my brother inquired about him, or should see him in the future, it would be helpful if they could request either of us, or Fil or Gabriel. I doubt that he has left the city, and since his contacts either mainly exist within the confinements of the network, past and present...

Should whoever is offering him a place to hide right now see this, it would be helpful to both him and his family, as we worry about him, if you could facilitate contact between us - even if it is just through emails. We won't force him into anything, and if he wants to keep a distance for the next few months, that can be talked about as well. But a solution would definitely best be found together, as family.

[He seems to want to say more, but then the camera suddenly sways and his mobile phone clatters to the ground, and a loud splash can be heard. Someone stood too close to the fountain that he just kicked his bff into.]

shuffleon

[of course this is text. Paul is a grumpy old fart who doesn't want to do voice or video. plus...most of the people he's talked to have been young enough to be his daughter and he doesn't want to make this weirder than it is.

so, text it is.]

How many of you are from Las Vegas?
Because I can't be the only one who's never been to Locke City before

ladyofluminosity

[The feed turns on to a certain blond, standing somewhat close to the camera. She adjusts her webcam slightly before stepping back. She's dressed strangely, in what appears to be partial armor. And from the look on her face, she isn't quite sure what to make of it.]

So, I found this in my bag. I know I didn't pack it, because I don't remember having anything like this before I left. It's pretty light-weight considering [She moves around a bit to demonstrate] but I have no idea where it came from. I definitely wasn't expecting to find a breast place in my bag!

[But did the fabric underneath have to be so... tight-fitting? She felt awkward showing off her stomach and legs in something like that...]

I found something else too.

[She walks back up to the camera, reaching for something behind it, and pulling it out. A small, solid gold chalice, with simple etchings around the body of it.]

It's weird. I'm not sure what other me would have used this for, but I get this strange feeling whenever I hold it. I can't really explain. Has anyone seen anything like this? It looks like a goblet, but I can't for the life of me figure out why I would need something like this...

[She sighs.]

Anyway, I'm starting school tomorrow, and I'm a little nervous. I've never been to a public school before. What should I expect? I know there are a few people from LCHS, so some advice would be great. What teachers are good? Should I completely avoid cafeteria food? What are the need-to-know things I should, well, need to know?

skycutter

Okay, question.

[No wait, he pauses, before saying "aw, to hell with it," and turns on the video instead. He's done trying to be anonymous to even the other number club members.

This is someone some people from LCHS or Thunder Corp or just from somewhere may know, except... different. Aside from the deeper voice, Miles' face is more angular, his bones slightly more prominent than before. Basically, he looks like an older teen instead of someone who's just fifteen.]

Okay, now's the question.

What kind of physical changes did these echoes, pulses, whatever-you-call-them give you? As in you personally, and not what you've seen so far on the network. Hair, eye color, that kind of thing. I know some people are turning into robots and we've got a guy with feathers and wings now. It doesn't have to be as big as those changes. Even little ones, as long as they're from echoes.

... Let's just call this scientific curiosity. I'm not about to sell anyone out to some crazy lab or our so-called enemies. I just want to know.

[[ ooc: And here is a thing for context! ]]

yerawizarderi

[The feed comes on, showing none other than Eri--however something looks... off about him. He looks zoned out, like his eyes aren't focused and nearly zombie-like. It takes a moment, but then he starts talking, his voice oddly monotone compared to his usually very dramatic way of speaking.]

I'm Eri Ampora and I hawe a disgustin' crush on Tom Felton. It was 'cos of this crush on him and Draco Malfoy that I discowered my interest in men.

[Well... isn't that insightful?]

An' I got a poster of his face abowe my bed. As well as a shit load of Harry Potter paraphernalia litterin' my bedroom. I wish I was a wizard, and I cried on my elewenth birthday because I didn't get my letter to Hogwarts.

[SURE IS WEIRD HE'S SAYING ALL OF THIS, HMMMMM HOW EERIE.]

My dad and I watch that shit bloody religiously sometimes, dedicatin' full days to watchin' all the mowies in a row, and sometimes he hugs me afterwards and I lowe it.

[Okay this shit is getting downright embarrassing. But Eri still seems like some dazed zombie, spilling all of these deets for no inexplicable reason.]

I think Octawia's hot as hell, and so's Alan. I'm pretty grateful that I was able to kiss them at Alan's party, I think about that a lot, actually. That and the fact I'm a bloody wirgin.

[Well that sure was enlightening, but he doesn't seem to be coming to from whatever is happening to him. Perfect time to needle him for more embarrassing deets, right? Right. Except there's one last thing he does, that really makes it obvious something is up, beyond everything else, Eri is ending this with a swift punch... to his own face. Yep.]

part_time_overlord

So here's something I just found out that I think you all have the right to know but that I would greatly appreciate not getting leaked to the press or anything like that.

How to put this delicately...

I am literally Satan, the King of all Demons. Presumably the lord of Hell and adversary of Heaven too.

For what it's worth don't feel any desire to damn anyone's souls?

flamberge

[Good evening, Network! The face of one Karl Aurion pops up on screen, said face not being seen at all today since both the high school and the police station got a call about him being sick today. It isn't too hard to see why that call got made.

Though no sign of sickness is visible, he does look... odd. His red hair is now an odd, if slightly unnatural shade of red, his face is void of any former signs of his age, the visible portion of his shirtless torso (none of his shirts really fit well anymore whoops) looks like it belongs to a dedicated body builder and, most notably, his once green eyes are now a vibrant shade of red.]

Is anyone here aware of an optometrist who would not ask questions about someone possessing an unnatural eye color or at least know of a location where I can obtain cheap colored contacts until I can locate one myself? Being seen in public, at the station in particular, with this eye color would draw suspicion and is something I'd rather avoid if at all possible.

[The hair can get explained via bad dye job and good clothes can cover up the muscles but the eyes? Yeah, not so easy. And yes he is only just now making a post about this despite waking up like this cause reasons. Ah, and just as Karl is about end the connection, he remembers something else he'd been meaning to say.]

Also, some time ago, Sophie proposed the idea about those of us in possession of enhanced strength forming a club of sorts to help the other deal with the ability and minimize the inevitable property damage. Though I presently lack the time to search for a suitable location to hold this sort of meeting and organize it, should there be any interest, I can attempt to figure something out in the upcoming weeks.

waltharius

[ The video being shot is alarmingly shaky. We're talking nigh-Cloverfield levels here. But it's still possible to make out what's going on, and it appears to be... some sort of ceremony? Yeah, definitely a ceremony. One that involves a certain lovestruck pair of extremely recognizable teenagers. Tavia Serket is wearing a wedding dress (over her t-shirt and jeans, natch) and she's hanging off Alan Hunter. Well, they're both kind of hanging off each other. It's a miracle they're managing to stay upright, really. ]

You may now kiss the bride.

[ The priest overseeing this awful ceremony looks rather... vacant as he blesses the newly wedded couple, who proceed to engage in some seriously sloppy makeouts.

Fortunately, the network isn't subjected to this for long -- offscreen, the person filming this event starts clapping and cheering, shaking the view even more, and as the new bride drunkenly tosses her bouquet everything is thrown for a loop. There's a loud CRASH as the guy filming trips over a gaudy pew in his attempt to make the catch and he's visible for a second before the phone hits the ground.

Yes, that was Walter Price. No, this couldn't get any more horrible. ]

((ooc; Replies won't be (ICly) coming until the next morning! ))

sylvanguard

Bear with me guys, I'm a bit new to all this.
[That being the superhero or whatever it was being called, thing.]

The name is Ariel. I've suspected for some time that I was different, but until recently I didn't think there was really anyone else like me. Now I know I'm wrong.

Anyway, I'm here more to offer help than to blather on about myself. My dad is a photographer of some renown, popular in fashion mags and stuff. He is best known for his "fusion photography" which is combining nature and models together to create awareness about the environment and stuff. Well, I know there are a few of you out there whose appearance might not be considered normal, so I'm making this offer to you, drop me a line and I'll get you in touch with my dad. Maybe you could put a positive spin on things before the media fear mongers you into something you don't want to be.

[A small hesitation in typing. It's conceivable that there are people who want to be feared as well, and she knows it.]

This is only if you want to try and change public opinion of you or maybe start a new career. [Talking to you Julian.]

Anyway, aside from that, I'm curious to know just how many people out there have a thing for archery? I recently discovered I am quite good at it. Like, insanely good. I'd like to maybe have a friendly competition between archers one of these days. You know get to know each other and all that.

ladyofluminosity

[Private, filtered to Harper via cell phone; shortly before the network post]

Harper are you around? I need a favor.

[Voice, later in the evening]

Luci here. You know, we need to stop meeting like this, guys.

No, scratch that. Well, partially scratch that. I could do without the massive headache from getting my memories back to be sure, but I'm happy to be back. What did I miss?

[She chuckles, her tone of voice turning more serious.]

I imagine a lot has changed. I can archive dive later if need be, but... but I'm happy to be back. At least I think I'm back completely. I'm not really sure, things are still a bit hazy. I'm waiting for someone right now, and I don't imagine too many people are up this late, but if someone happens to hear this, could you humor me by bringing me up to speed? Everything I know about what happened is through the news, and given what I remember, they aren't always the most reliable source.

pianistofraielin

[this time, we are not in Russel's room. this time we are in his backyard where he has written his numbers on the side of the house in chalk (because anything else and his parents would kill him). he is dressed normally and the backyard looks like a perfectly normal suburban backyard.]

[however there s a SOLID-GOLD PIANO lying in the grass beside him. yup, that's a thing. those of you who remember its first appearance in his bedroom will recall that he could not, at the time, budge it even slightly. but here it is outside on the grass with him.]

[he sets the chalk down and steps back from the wall, dusting his hands off.]

Okay, so, I have a few things I wanted to say today.

The first is that I talked to my parents about all this stuff [and let's not go into what their reactions were, he is just going to gloss over all of that and pretend EVERYTHING IS TOTALLY FINE AND NOBODY BROKE DOWN IN TEARS OR ANYTHING AT ANY POINT] and I asked my mom and she said she could totally get us some airtime if anyone was interested.

She's the state comptroller, Patricia Goldman, so she's got press connections, you know? I bet we could even get All-Star Precure featured on the local news!

Anyway I think it's a good idea to give the Chosen Ones a good public image so that people aren't scared of us. The more the public likes us the less the cops can do to stop us like they were before, you know? So if you're interested in talking to the press to help with that let me know and I'll hook you up!

Okay, the second thing is--

[he steps over to the piano and lifts it up, holding it upright with the keys in the grass. there are backpack straps and some kind of harness attached to the underside.]

IT HAS STRAPS. WHO THE HECK PUTS STRAPS ON A PIANO LIKE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO JUST CARRY IT AROUND?! THAT'S THE DUMBEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD.

vetala

Karson and Avery are

[There's a pause before she actually types the rest, mostly because she doesn't know what to type, but she figures it out soon enough.]

They're gone. The mafia apparently got rid of them. Killed them with a mutant dog. We think it might have been Crab. We found them in a warehouse. Mr. Kaburagi, Roxy, Alan, Tavia, Danny and I. The dog is dead.

If anyone finds out anything about the mafia, feel free to share. I'll be at the LSR clinic.

tatatarata

So, what, is this where all the weird people on TV like to gather when the giant monsters aren't around? I probably wasn't supposed to stumble upon this, but like

>implying normal people wouldn't find this if it was so easy for me to find on accident
>implying whatever security measures you guys took weren't shit
>implying people with better resources than me couldn't get here even easier and seriously fuck you guys over

vetala

I figure that I should at least play check in, but I am pretty sure if I was dead, you would have heard about it by now. It's been a while. But for clarification, I am not. My parents are very cross though.

[She is not going to elaborate on the weeping and screaming that went on in her house prior to this. It is just too much to deal with and she does not want to have to share how weirdly proud of her her father is, and how suspicious and worried about her her mother is. She's just glad that she's mostly avoided the onslaught of media.]

But primarily I am here to ask one thing.

Has anyone seen Karson? Or Avery?

He sent me a concerning text message on the ninth and I went to his house and her house and found neither of them. I tried to look that day but... everything happened and then I was injured and I couldn't look myself.

He said something about the mafia in the last text he sent me. Then he told me not to text him back.

[Which she did anyway, obviously.]

beyondrebirthday

[Now speaking: A proper and prim voice putting on a faux British accent.]

Hello, network. If I may be so bold, there is something concerning me about numbered life! Please grace me with your experiences so that together we can solve all the world's mysteries.

[-No, that's already getting tiring. BB drops it.]

But seriously, I want to know if there is any precedence for multiple people receiving echoes from the same entity.

I'm not necessarily talking about the domino effect that seems to happen with these, where exposure to an echo causes another echo. That type of causation seems common.

My interest, rather, is with parallel echoes - things that appeared to have happened individually, but were strangely identical. Especially in the case of physical appearance, memories or personality traits. Is it possible for a "pre-incarnation" to be shared between two or more people?

[As he speaks, he can't help an edge from sneaking into his voice:] ... And what would you do if you had to share?

((OOC: This post is concerning a plot with L, so you might get responses from him too!))

theearth

Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]

[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

nowi_wins

[When she put those numbers into a search engine this is not what Nora was expecting.
It is so much better.]

So cool!!!
Is this a secret spy forum?
Am I a spy now?

[Sure Nora, you're a spy now.]

fridayisyellow

[Annika looks into the webcam, her eye up close as she makes sure it's working, before silently backing away. She's wearing her normal clothes, a skirt and a t-shirt, but with a yellow headband in her hair. As the room comes into focus around her a mess of clothes, far to big for her, appear to be strewn about the floor and video game posters litter the floor.]

[This is because she is actually in her brother's room instead of her own.]

Hey! Check this out.

[She reaches for a wooden staff with a snake design wrapped around the middle. She holds it in front of her]

Ice Beam!!

[A blast of snow shoots out from her staff, freezing a pair of underwear to the floor.]

Is that awesome or what!? Haha, Soren you should clean up your room.

[She laughs, and with a mischievous grin sticks her tongue out at the screen.]

telvanni

I have spent the last week painstakingly enchanting a small selection of high quality magical staves. Since I am a wizard, I find my own powers of spellcasting are more than sufficient for my needs. As such, I do not actually need the staves I have made. They were produced simply as a way to hone my craft; nothing more.

This means I am giving them away to certain parties that may be in need of them. If you would like an enchanted staff that fires elemental blasts at your foes, you need only make your case to me. Preference will be given to applicants who as of yet possess no useful echoes and agree to submit to some harmless tests.

No time-wasters.

moarnomsplz

[Alex is still in his Locke City Academy uniform, but his hair is rumpled, and his tie's been tugged askew.]

Hey, speaking-ing of aliens, I've been wondering. Just how many of us are ree, remembering being one? 'cause I'd like to sort of compare note-zuh, and maybe see if anyone comes from the same world as other-me, and I thought if there was a list of different kind-zuh of aliens in the numbers club, people could find each other easier, zee-err. If they wanted to.

So, does enn, anyone want to contribute to, like, a database of alien types?

I can start. Mine are these fuzzy, zee, blue centaur-things who can shape-shift, and they were fighting-ing other aliens who were like slug-zuh.

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