Entry #A-11: "Asphyxiates" [Audio/Action]

[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.]

text;

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: (Bloody slash)
[personal profile] oncedevil2014-07-14 08:13 pm

Cat got your tongue

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 )
espigeonage: (🎺One day one day)

[Voice]

[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.
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[personal profile] drama8om82014-06-22 07:46 pm

webcam video;

[ 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. ]

closed;

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 )
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[personal profile] brotimaeus2014-04-27 01:43 am

handwritten;

[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.

[closed]

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 )
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[personal profile] duette2014-03-14 11:09 pm

[semi-open] LA, ask me for the truth about it

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!)
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[personal profile] theearth2014-03-01 12:07 pm
Entry tags:

PLOT: WISE SNAKE'S EMERGENCE

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. ]

text

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?

text

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 ☑
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[personal profile] partyqueen2014-02-24 12:38 am

1ST ♛ text (hand-written, phone text in comments)

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.
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[personal profile] oncedevil2014-02-23 01:36 pm

[Mission 1 - Written neatly in the dirt. No, really.]

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?
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voice

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?

[video]

[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.]

CATCHING UP! A Splash is Made! [Text]

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?