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[It's been a very interesting few days at Espresso Yourself. Project Jump is in the basement, many people have been in and out due to its presence, and today, they are desperately understaffed.

Used to a punishing routine, L wouldn't say anything about this under ordinary circumstances. Unfortunately, today of all days is a terrible time to be understaffed, because the coffee shop is not L's only pressing obligation. His voice on the network is terse and impatient.]

Tony is missing his shift. I've called him eighteen times and have yet to receive an answer. I'm sure his excuse is compelling, so if someone knows it, absolutely forward it to his employer.

[For anyone at the shop unlucky enough to encounter the overwhelmed owner around this time, whether they're on either side of the counter or there about Thundercorp's stolen machine, they'll notice that despite the crackling energy of his negative mood, he's looking uncharacteristically... nice. A new suit has been tailored to fit his thin frame precisely, his shoes are shined, and he looks unusually well-groomed. He glances at the clock frequently, because you'd better believe he has somewhere else to be.]

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.

oncedevil

Who: Anthony, Richard, and Dirk
When: Backdated to the evening of the 28th.
Where: Richard's house
What: Tony gets home after a narrow escape from feline mafia goons?
Warnings: Yes. Language, stressful potentially triggering talk I don't even know. Just yes.

( What a wild night )

dorkytracksuit

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

Just somethiing II've been thiinkiing about lately.

espigeonage

[It's 11 PM on a Sunday night and Julien is bored.]

Galu, network. Random request: tell me a story.

Any story! Tell me about something that happened to you, or the other you. Or a fairytale, a joke that requires setup, something you read about in the paper, something you want to happen or really, really don't. Let me guess which one it is. I can tell you one, or a poem, or play you something from a dystopian future.

Yeah, I got the password to the other me's smartphone. It's got a lot of weird nonhuman future-music on it, and a couple of movies that haven't come out here yet. Seems like the library's got corrupted somehow, but there's still stuff there.

drama8om8

[ It's hard to tell what's brighter - Octavia's smile or the exceptionally ridiculous dress she's currently wearing. They certainly take away attention from the giant jumble of oversized machinery set up in her basement, anyway.

Her hands are clasped behind her back, as though she's hiding something. HOW MYSTERIOUS. ]

I have maaaaaaaajorly super important and vital news. On a scale of one to eight, this is like. Two eights. Firstly: Alan helped me figure out what my eye lasers do. Turns out they make people super unlucky! Who knew.

[ Alan staggers into the shot looking slightly rumpled, apparently willing to confirm this. Unfortunately for him, he does so by tripping over the mess of machinery and promptly disappearing from view. ]

...He'll be fine. That's my alchemiter and stuff, bee-tee-dubs! And it is hells of awesome. Check it out. I can take two items, like a knife and a gun, and make a...

[ She finally reveals what she's been hiding behind her back: a gun with a knife fused to it. ]

...knifegun! That shoots tiny little knives. See?

[ She shoots the knifegun to demonstrate. The tiny knife-bullet ricochets off the basement wall with a ping and heads straight for the unluckiest sap in the room - Alan. Who now has a teeny little knife embedded in his butt. Screeching from both parties ensues as Octavia slams her laptop shut, ending the video. ]

wonk

( cut for pink )

bronographic

Who: Dirk Sutherland, Tony Sparado, Richard Stroud
When: 5/29-5/30
Where: The mall, Espresso Yourself
What: Catching up with each other, drinking coffee, doing things. Yep.

( Insert meaningful song lyric #12 here )

lowres

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

brotimaeus

[The message starts off with a few unevenly-spaced dots as he taps his black biro against the paper. His handwriting is spidery and sprawling, but legible.]

Well, don't I feel special.
One minute I'm minding my own business and the next I'm having a string of numbers pushed into my head and finding my way around this merry fucking mess.
That was rude, by the way.
What if I was driving or something.

[dot... dot dot]

Either this is working or I'm getting concerned about making an ass of myself for no reason.
If it isn't then who would even give a damn anyway.

bronographic

Who: Dirk and Tony
When: backdated to the evening of the 9th
Where: Dirk's house, his bedroom specifically.
What: Tony got hit by a car and decided to give his bro Dirk a visit.

( This just keeps getting better and better )

duette

Who: Harper Sutherland & RELATED PARTIES
When: Saturday, March 15th
Where: The very posh Sutherland residence.
What: SLEEPOVER. GIRLS RULE, BOYS DROOL.
Why: Post Snakeocalypse dose of fun and normalcy. Kinda.

( we just met, yeah, we just met )

(ooc. invites were sent to A☆P, but if you have reasonable age-bracket cr (or cr-of-cr) with her for a sleepover, you're more than welcome to hop in!)

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. ]

everythingsjake

Hello?
Is there anyone reading me?
Im jake harley and i would really like some sort of an explanation if anyone has the time.
If someone could just level with me ill get right on the trolley i swear!
Im just a little off the wire with this whole numbers thing.
I mean i am completely sure there is some sort of rational explanation to the whole shebang.
Conspiracy theories after all dont really hold much water especially in an educated society and honestly if this wasnt happening to ME i probably wouldnt believe it even for a second!
I would honestly think whoever was trying to feed me this line was trying to sell me wooden nickels and my shops completely closed for that.
That is to say im testing all the nickels sent my way.
Biting them firm and testing their mettle!

Blimey i think i might have gotten just a bit gummed up there.
Though honestly i cant imagine this is working.
I mean gosh all i did was type in a series of completely unrelated numbers (and believe me i checked, there were SEVERAL diagnostics i could run but none of the mathematical equations *I* know produced any truly identifiable links between any of these blasted figures) into the computer and for all i know im currently chattering away at dead air.
This wouldnt be the first time thats happened if im completely honest but ive never gone on and on expecting some sort of response!

So....um....
I guess on the outside shot that this isnt just a ruse and i havent gone COMPLETELY bonkers...
Is anyone out there?

hungryhunter

important survey

1. r u a robot?
☐ y
☐ n

2. if y, what kind of robot?

3. if ur a robot do u ever get like shut down or something
☐ y
☐ n

4. plz elaborate if u answered y 2 #3, or just explain ur robot sleeping habits or lack of them in general I guess. idk.

5. if u r not a robot what r u and do ur echoes affect ur sleep

6. whats ur favorite restaurant(so theres a q on here 4 every1 ok dont want any1 2 b left out)

plz and thank u this is 4 science

ps heres a checked up box thing ☑

partyqueen

Okay so I think I found everything I guess I need to know by looking around, but 2 things: I am pretty sure I didn't retain like ANY OF THAT (bcuz a lot of it was nonsense btw) and... like basically I don't think anyone can convince me for like even a second that I haven't just actually gone off the deep end w/ this one.

I just spent 20 minutes navigating a page of my dayplanner and all you're all talking about is just completely crazy shit, so I'm just pretty sure my brain snapped.

At first I was like, "did I accidentally join a cult?" But now I'm like "I'm using the internet (or something) in a FUCKING DAY PLANNER"... isn't anyone else worried for their sanity, if this is even happening???

My wrist is cramping but any input would be greatly appreciated, probable fictions of my imagination.

oncedevil

Well isn't this a surprise? You know, taking hallucinogens wasn't on my to-do list for the near future, but I guess everyone makes mistakes every now and then. I've learned a valuable lesson today: when someone hands you some funky hippy water full of leaves that they insist is good for you, don't drink it. So, since I'm suddenly the Dirt Whisperer, how about you regale me with your earthy wisdom while I sit in the park and enjoy the trip? Let's kill some time before this wears off and I end up with the nastiest hangover I've ever had. Here, I'll start with some easy questions: Why is the sky blue? What's the meaning of life? What language does Mister Mumbles speak when he yells at people walking by? And most importantly, what the hell is going on?

ex_elude798

Aside from defense lessons on Wednesdays, anyone who wants to practice can show up at the dojo in Japantown. I'll be there in the afternoon on Mondays and Fridays. Skill level doesn't matter, sparring benefits anybody.

Show up if you want.

[At first it seems that's all he's going to say. It's brief and to the point, and he prefers not to waste time on much else. That and his social graces aren't anything to write home about.

However, after a very long pause]

How many of you guys have received random objects out of nowhere?

15minuteslate

[Mamoru's sitting on his bed, cross-legged, frowning at the webcam. A couple of sheets of paper are lying next to him, but they're hard to make out.]

Okay, everyone, listen up, cause I'm about to put a lot of important shit in one place.

One, the buzzing is strongest in Tuning Towers. If you go in, you can feel the lobby floor shaking under your feet. No one normal knows anything is wrong, which should go without saying by this point.

No, that's a lie. We went down into the sewers, and it's strongest under Tuning Towers. So whatever's causing this, it's underground.

Two, a while back Aeron Penning had a sort of city-patrol thing set up, and one of our groups saw a bunch of muscly grunts capturing one of those Cousin It things from the mines. We followed them out of the city to this abandoned jail, except it wasn't abandoned.

They had vats full of those little bug things from this summer. They had more of those cousin its in cells. I think we know their names now.

[And he picks up the sheet of paper, which has three words written on it.]

The disgusting bug vats were labeled VERMINI, the cousin its were VERMEDI, and get this, there were these great big twelve-foot cages hanging from the ceiling. They were empty, but they were labeled VERMAXI.

[He puts the paper down.]

I didn't say I had GOOD news.

Anyway, we found one more thing. In what I think used to be the mess area, there was this -- really freaky-looking machine. Oh, god.

[He looks more than a little uncomfortable for a moment.]

There were these six -- brains. In jars, full of water, with tubes and wires hooked up to them. They were hooked to the machine. They looked like human brains, man, and I think they might have been alive. I mean, why else would they have wires and tubes? It looked like some kind of creepy b-movie life support system.

I don't know what it was. It was too big to take with us, and one of the Vermedi had broken loose and we had to get out in a hurry. But -- yeah. Thought you all should know.

[Ughhhhh. He turns the camera off.]

playerspooker

I guess one can't really ignore this place for too long, no matter how hard they try.

I was all set to finish up my summer vacation without any of this crazy crap occupying my mind after that one guy had his eye-related freakout. (Thanks for the unwanted flood of freaky visions there, jerk.)

And I did! Everything was all hunky-dory, until those stupid lights popped up the other day. Time for another crazy trip, though thankfully this time no more weird visions. Apparently I can make water now, though? It's a little tricky and messy to do, but bam - a couple of words, and a lot of water outta freakin' nowhere.

That aside, how the hell have you guys been, and how much did you miss me?

theearth

Who: Any and all!
Where: The site of Tuning Towers (and/or en route accordingly), at the heart of the business district in Locke City's downtown.
When: September 22nd and onward.
What: Following that mysterious buzzing sound to its strongest point! Perhaps you made plans with numbered associates for a trip downtown, or perhaps you went a-wandering alone to follow the noise yourself - surely you'll hardly be the only one.

( THE BUZZING INTENSIFIES. )

steinsgatehaschosen

Dogs of The Organization! Don't think that I haven't figured out what you're up to. Cunning puppeteers as you think yourselves to be, you have all been dancing in the palm of my hand!

Listen, and listen well: I am the deranged mad scientist, Hououin Kyouma! What I desire is the destruction of the ruling structures of society! Many have sought to have me eliminated, but all have failed before my dizzying intellect, which surpasses Thomas Edison and Einstein!

You have been warned. If you intend to continue with this fool's game, then you will suffer the most dire of consequences!

synchronous

[ DJ never thought he'd actually be making a video post on this stupid secret network, but here he is. Doing exactly that.

He's not stupid, of course. He's still not going to show his face. He's standing, webcam at about chest level, and in his hands he's holding an awful ventriloquist's puppet. He tries to keep his voice level, but it contains a note of enthusiasm, and it should be familiar to anyone who shares a class with him at Locke High. ]

Look at this guy. He just showed up out of nowhere, fuck. Can you believe it? Isn't he great?

Trying to figure out what I should call him. Any ideas?

[ He shoves the puppet up closer to the webcam. Look at that face. Aw yeah. ]

selfsame

[ The video starts with a view of the ceiling in a dark room. There is muffled rap music in the distance until SUDDENLY it bursts forth and it is no longer muffled in the distance. It is loud and everything is terrible AND THEN! The lights switch on. The camera is slowly pointed at one tiny guy in what is a pigsty of a room. There are cans of Red Bull everywhere and then a thousand million individual beef jerky wrappers piled up beside each can.

The music gets louder and Excalibur is totally grinning shit-wide. He reaches out of the camera's sight and pulls out red shutter shades. He puts them on, leans back in his computer chair, and starts talking really loudly. ]

Hey. Hey. So this numbers shit. Poisoned tap water. Dicking around in the mines. Monsters. Weird lights I totally did not fucking see. Whatever.

Fuck the government. I always knew. That the government was up to basic business. Police? More like pigs. You know what. I think we need a little more of?? Shit stirring. Let's just. Fuck shit up. Vandalize Thunder Corp. Write cryptic messages on bus stops. Beat the shit out of journalists. You feel me?? Cause I do. It's time. To get a little crazy.

So. I decided to start a gang. We're gonna be called the "Badass Bikers" because we're going to be sooooo. Fucking. Badass. And we'll ride bikes. If you want in on this choice gang. Just tell me here. No geezers. No girls. Just a bunch of bros and their motorcycles. I'm the leader.

[ He pauses and then starts to talk again when there is suddenly a bang on his door and it flies open. He totally scrambles to his feet in a hurry. Another person's voice can be heard: ]

Bro. What the... what do you think you're doing at three in the morning. You woke me up with all this bloody racket! You're blessed that Father isn't in tonight-- turn it off and go to sleep! You can't be truant on Monday! Your sleep schedule...

[ Excalibur throws his sunglasses to the ground and stomps on them angrily. ]

Can't you fucking see. That I am broadcasting. A very important message?? I am so fucking busy. Too busy for school. Fuck school. That shit stinks worse than you.

Oh, for crying out loud... Can they see me?

[ No, no one can see Calliope. Not yet. So Excalibur grabs the camera and points at her in all her pajama'd glory. She shrieks and runs down the hall and Excalibur chases after until the cord gets pulled from the computer and that's the note they end on.

Excalibur you are an embarrassment. ]

neopianangst

[Initially, Shinji's holding his laptop so you can only see part of his head in the video. It's a pretty bad view to be shooting a video of. His voice is pretty quiet and hesitant.]

So, um, does anyone know what--

[Moving the laptop now, revealing the fact that's wearing a skintight article of clothing that resembles a wetsuit. He tried it on out of curiosity and is looking pretty embarrassed.

He's already sure he's going to regret this.]

--this is? Or remember anything like it, I guess...besides the girl I was talking to before.

epimethean

[Hey, it's a THUMB.

No, wait, it's a ginger dude who has his thumb over the phone camera, but he seems to realize his mistake soon enough. He gets a little too up close and personal with the feed before pulling back, all terrible plaid and a disingenuous grin that looks like it froze on his face a little bit.]

Good news!

[He is also apparently very, very British.]

Did some preliminary diagnostics, ran a few tests. [Finger wiggles for emphasis!] Pretty sure that this is not, in fact, an incredibly sophisticated government surveillance mechanism.

I know, I know, that's what I thought too! But I'm probably...sixty to seventy percent certain we're all right on that front, which is good, because for a while there I was thinking this was textbook government. You know, set up some kind of...secret diary forum, or something, give us secret access codes to make us feel important, then mine all our secret diary posts for their secret...government...things.

Anyway, point is, I'd like to revoke my membership. And it's--it's nothing you lot did, don't worry, I'm sure you're all--you're all great! Lovely folks, super club you've got, sure of it, just...not entirely comfortable with the concept. I mean--ha, it's like, uh. With the numbers and the...it's not for me, sorry. Sort of weird!

Pretty smart, though. Wish I'd thought of it.

[Wheatley laughs abruptly, genuinely uncomfortable before it and the nervous grin dissolve entirely.]

Seriously, though, who are you people? Because if you--if you are the government, I'm definitely out of here. No offense.

shut_up_idiot

So... I've been thinking. And I'm just warning you, this could get rambly.

Up until now I've sort of figured that all of these weird memories and things comes from someone, a specific someone since they seem to be involved with... someone I know. And from what I've seen here, I'm not the only one who's been thinking this, right?

Now, have anyone else ever wondered if maybe we're getting memories from more than just one person? Because otherwise I just can't get the last memory I got to make any kind of sense. All of the others have given me the impression that whoever I'm getting this from comes from a much older society than me. If I had to take a stab at it, I'd say probably ancient east asian of some kind. But then, recently, I remember crashing with a vehicle that was more like something you'd find in a science fiction movie.

And I've been trying to find some kind of connection between the two, but so far I've got nothing. And then I was thinking that maybe there's simply nothing to find. Maybe the only thing connecting these memories is that I, for some reason, suddenly remember them.

I don't know. It's just a thought.

boredallready

[Lloyd looks very exasperated. You might notice a couple of textbooks sitting next to him on his desk, as well.]

Okay, I know we're not supposed to tell anybody about this number unless they remember it or whatever. But, knowing about this is something that can keep people kinda busy right?

[He glances over at the books before continuing.]

Is there any way we could get more time to do our homework because of this place? I mean, I know I can't tell my teachers the real reason why, but there has to be some way to explain it, right?

[We'll ignore that he hasn't done much for meeting anyone because he was distracted by summer break. He just thinks his new teachers are being COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS.]

I'm pretty sure they don't think we have anything better to do. School's barely started and I already have a ton of work! Why do I hafta learn about how plants grow, anyway? I'm not gonna be a gardenist!

moarnomsplz

Yeah, so my parents, rent-zuh, are totally convinced I'm faking-ing it now. I was, like, this close to busting-ing out the tail and being like, 'Okay, kay, how am I faking this?'

But I didn't.

They would've been ay, able to see it, though, right?

[He really doesn't know what to think anymore. This last week was his first direct experience with the effects of leaving Locke City.]

Any-nee-way. Did I miss anything-ing good?

talkshitgetsis

[Have you heard this voice before? It's probably hard to tell considering how absolutely toneless her voice is as she's speaking. Or maybe that's the dead giveaway? Either way it's pretty obvious this is going to be the opposite of a long emotional monologue.]

If I were to attempt to induce one of the memories, visions, whatever they are.

What would be the most effective way? I'm not stupid enough to think there's a foolproof way to make it happen, but I'd like to know if there's something I can do to increase my chances.

[A long pause, either deliberating on what to say, or whether or not to just stop talking.]

I had my first echo well over a month ago. Nothing since then.

synchronous

So who had the "conversation with a really annoying AI program" echo?

[ Text message to Roxy Kurosawa ]

Hey, the name "Jane" ring any bells for you?

professorwolf

The first day back to school was usually boring, full of course schedules and new books. So Lyall had made the first day back for the Numbers Club, he hoped, at least a little cheerful. There were decorations as if he were throwing a party, put up in his classroom-- which, really, he kind of was-- plenty of sugary snacks-- most of which he couldn't eat-- and wasn't even putting up the illusion that this was for studying today. There were cards, games, and the desks moved into a slightly more circular pattern for people to mingle.

And he was standing in front of the demonstration counter at the front of the room, leaning back on it casually, instead of sitting behind it letting people do their own thing. This, he hoped, meant he could greet anyone coming in, if he wasn't too busy with someone else.

If they were in this for the long haul, then he wanted to know all his students who were forced to be in it, with him.

snakeintallgrass

Excuse me.

[ the video feed is turned on, revealing a pale young woman with long white hair and piercing blue eyes. she speaks in cool, level tones: ]

Before we begin, allow me to make a few things clear. I've reviewed the archives thoroughly, so there's no need for edification. I've given it some thought and come to terms with its existence, so there's no need for explanation. As such, all that remains is an introduction.

[ she sits back, elegantly crossing her legs. her facial expression does not budge in the slightest.

given her bare knee and the angle of the camera, it is entirely indiscernible whether she is wearing pants or not. ]

My name is Yousha Hida. My skillset lies entirely in the perception of the truth behind truths - in detecting the axioms responsible for forming any consistent system, and through inductive logic understanding the universe they create as a result.

[ she uncrosses her legs, then crosses them in the opposite order. it is becoming increasingly unlikely that she is wearing pants. ]

There. That should be sufficient, hmm? So with that settled, I'd like to ask the network's opinion on a matter.

[ she leans forward, her blue-eyed gaze intensifying. ]

What it is that makes something "true?" Suppose a man says his wife will die tomorrow. The next day, she develops a freak cough and passes away. Were his words "the truth?" The statement was true in retrospect, of course, but it seems to have been by chance. Now suppose the same man says the same words - but when the disease does not kill her, he takes matters into his own hands. Are his words now the truth, now that he has ensured their validity? What if he intends to kill her, but dies himself? Perhaps it is best to just consider him on that first day, before his wife's fate has been decided. What is it that decides, in that moment, if he is telling the truth?

[ the beginnings of a smile spread across her face. it is not entirely pleasant. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ and with a single dainty hand, she reaches out and stops the recording.

what a pretentious ass. ]

dorkytracksuit

wow holy shit i need doctor. one to come here because clearly i can never leave my house ever again. fuck.

shit okay. in other news; i bought a house. it has three rooms and a pull out couch so we can probably fit like i don't know, 8 people in here if some folks are willing to share. this is going to be a safe house okay. i bolded it to make sure you notice that part. i'll even type it again huge.

this is going to be a safe house.

if you need a place to go, and you can't go home, or you don't have a home, or something happens and you need help. come here

okay done, annoying font use is over.

in addition paying for this house is going to get a lot fucking harder now that i can NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE. so if anyone wants to help with upkeep, rent, food, etc that would certainly be appreciated. thanks.

carolinesays

Summer is ending, children, and with school teetering on the horizon, here's a chance to exercise your critical thinking skills as preparation.

I would like volunteers for an experiment. A very small one. It'll hardly take effort on your part, as I would not wish to interrupt your daily business. All you need is some recording equipment. Real recording equipment, not fake likely-incorporeal dubiously-"magical" recording equipment used by this network. Digital or analog are acceptable. A webcam or phone camera will suffice.

( non-IC cut for length NO POWERPOINT THIS TIME )

sugoku

[She starts off with a bored sigh]

Is that what those numbers were for? I hoped it was something more interesting than just some little secret club. That's such a stupid induction process too. You get to run with the cool kids if you remember a sequence weird numbers that seemed more like a dream? You should rethink this a little, I believe.

On the other hand, this could be the gateway to meeting some interesting people right? Instead of the usual questions from me, why don't you tell me about yourself instead. What kind of people have I found myself with here?

wonk

part the first:
Who: Roxy, Thad, and Dr. Strider
Where: LSR clinic
When: Morning of the 13th
What: Getting her pink eyes checked

part the second:
Who: Roxy, Thad, DJ
Where: A generic street corner in the city somewhere
When: Around noon on the 13th
What: Introducing a dork to a dickprince

synchronous

[ About half an hour after his conversation with Roxy, DJ tries inputting the string of numbers in a text document on his computer. Wonder of wonders, it works again. Intriguing. He looks around for a while before typing anything, but after a while... ]

I tried converting it to binary, octal, hex, decoding it from any system that even remotely made sense, switching the digits around, inverting it, multiplying it by 42, you fucking name it, and in the end this string haunting my every waking thought turns out to be a god damn public key for a secret message board hidden in my plate of mashed potatoes? I'm just glad this works on my computer, too. Can't go around writing in my food whenever I want to chat.

I must be going crazy. There's no other explanation.

Anyway. I went through some of the archives and found what appears to be a writeup for newbie forum-goers. Extremely helpful, would read again. Looks like a whole lot of shit's been going down for a few months now and I just happened to stumble ass-first into what outsiders must assume is some increasingly bizarre LARP campaign. But I think I've got the gist of it. People who aren't part of whatever this is can't see the forum, people have been experiencing weird memory alterations and physical changes, and animals are mutating and maybe trying to kill people. Is there anything else I should be aware of?

Also -- Roxy, nice timing on the fake hacking attempt. It was really cute.

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