vaimo: (unsure)
[personal profile] vaimo
 [Late at night, in somewhat sloppy but very feminine cursive.]

If we're immortal, will we stay immortal when all this is over?  If it's not already - and then things have stayed the same.

Unless we leave the city, but that border's already changed.


[Because her most recent echo brought her back to Siiri's thought that they might have been immortal, and that (eventually) lead her to thinking about being immortal where her friends and family are mortal.

It's not a pleasant thought.
]
swissarmyjesus: (this is more disturbing than expected)
[personal profile] swissarmyjesus
Remember the guy who was kidnapped by the mafia and asking for help to get him out of there?

Well, he's gone now--they either took him somewhere else...or worse. I don't know for sure. Has anyone seen him on the network lately? We might still be able to help if he's around on here.


[and if he's not...Chuck doesn't want to entertain that thought.]
occasus: gothrockrulz @ lj (The one I'd better lead)
[personal profile] occasus
[ Hello, network. Kei's not outside, which is pretty rare--he seems to have found digs that look way more fancy than anything he really owns. High walls, amazing furniture...

...Yeah, he's at Shou's place.

He knows it's recording, so he stills the strings of his guitar and scrunches his nose up. He's not really used to making network videos. Or any videos at all, really--you probably have seen him if you frequent the park, where he plays for change. He sighs slightly and decides to spit it out:
]

You have one band you have to hear for the rest of your life. What is it?

[ And, while he waits for answers, he strums an chord. ] I haven't been able to think of mine yet.


---
[TEXT TO: RICHARD STROUD ]
Are you busy?


[TEXT TO: SHOU CHINEN ]
I need to know how much rent is.
I'm paying rent.
Shut up.

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May. 11th, 2014 05:07 pm
ursoreckless: (lost in neverland)
[personal profile] ursoreckless
I figured that not everyone has heard, - Shiro went west cuz of family stuff. He might try to get ahold of friends, but... we know how that goes.

[ shou's just a little tired and his accent a lot stronger than normal. he doesn't like it when people leave and he was trying to come to grips with the whole angst storm he and kei had gone through a while ago. ]

I'm also tossing this out for those that don't know - I can help you with any financial needs like specialized equipment or the like thanks to whatever the pulses do to you. Also if you got a bit of a jam, I can give out a loan to help you out. Course, that'll mean face-to-face meeting and stuff and some of you might not wanna do that, yah? Anyways... the offer's there.

[ he's got the money, right? he might as well use it.

and then he has something else to say too. ]


...Funny thing, I called my mom today. It's a day late according to her but she's glad that I'm still breathing and haven't gotten seriously hurt. She worries a little, thinking that I'm doing something stupid... [ and she would be right. she really does know her son and all his reckless, silly ways. ]

She said she's waiting for me to tell her I was like the others on the television. Numbered, basically.

I'm not really hiding but still... it's a little weird. Especially when she decided to give me a speech on gun safety and how to prevent getting my pinkies cut off. I think she's been watching too many yakuza dramas.

[ a ghost of a smile in his voice before he switches gear to another topic. ] Anyone get the feeling that the murder in Vegas is sorta like the ones surrounding here when the Network first started?

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Apr. 26th, 2014 12:29 am
purestambition: (045)
[personal profile] purestambition
[Video flickers online of a young woman with long dark hair and a stern expression. Beyond that, it's fairly unreadable.]

I suppose I should say this is not what I anticipated. The "heroes" who saved Locke City from certain doom had been scurrying and hiding in the shadows for nearly a year prior. [Pause, a slight lift of her considerable eyebrows.] Not without reason, perhaps, yet... not what one anticipates.

My question is, are you satisfied with what path now lies before you, and what it took to get there? [Her tone grows quicker, and far sharper.] What do you think that path is?

After that snake, this city was beset by creatures once more, yet beings from another world cleaned up the mess. Altruistic thought their intentions may be, and I will give credit for cleaning up their own disaster, or what was left of it... I for one am not satisfied to simply let myself just be protected. To simply be reactive to the problems we are sure to face.

[Her eyes narrow.] I imagine the same must apply to more of you out there. To push forward, become stronger, and seize the power that's been put within our grasp. Because there will be other threats. Out in the open, Numbered will not remain so good natured forever. People will use us. Monsters and aliens are real, and even if these visitors mean us no harm, who knows what else may be out there now?

So, I am curious.

[Her head tilts back, voice raising a little.] Who has the pride in their ability and self worth to truly steel themselves, to really be prepared for what else may come down this road we've been forced upon?

[She lowers her head, expression never wavering throughout.] I would simply like to know those whom I am dealing with.
italktofish: cap from wf.toonzone.net (singing)
[personal profile] italktofish
GUYS! GUYS! I THINK I KNOW WHERE THE OTHER ME CAME FROM!

[There is a dramatic pause, but Arthur is grinning with a giddy sort of energy and looking super excited over everything. He can't hold that dramatic pause for long.]

FROM ATLANTIS!

[Look how excited he is; it's like watching a kid on Christmas morning.]

See, I remember ALL SORTS OF THINGS about Atlantis now! Like I think I could draw a map of it if I had to!

[Not that it would be the world's best map, but hey, a map's a map.]

And it makes sense, too! Why, I even got this outrageous ATLANTEAN SPIRITUAL SONG back a while back, and I've been practicing it ever since! I wanted to make sure it was OUTRAGEOUS my first time sharing it with the network, you know?

[Speaking of sharing it with the network, that time is now. Enjoy being serenaded by Arthur's song, everyone. It sounds as though he is singing in whale like Dory in Finding Nemo, so there's a lot of weird EEEURRRRGHHHHH-type noises.]
innovated: (veda)
[personal profile] innovated
[ It seems Reagan is able to clear up his message now. There's no weird overlap of text and voice anymore now that a headache isn't a problem. Otherwise, his situation hasn't changed much at all. ]

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

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


[ Locked for Quantum Brainwave Users ]

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Apr. 22nd, 2014 09:33 pm
clawkind: (Default)
[personal profile] clawkind
[some of you may have seen this relatively new number replying to other posts for a bit (and if you have you've seen how weird the owner is) but most of you probably haven't. either way Nyah's making a post now as if she's always been here, no introduction or other newbie-related stuff included. she figures it's not really important to the narrative if she's doing some information scouting]

important question
how many of you are reincarnated lovers?
if you could specify if you were also tragic and to what degree in your past life thatd be super helpful
im trying to figure out which genres this whole thing isnt trying to play with and romance is a big fat question mark right now
if it does end up being relevant then im going to wash my hands of this whole thing from a creative perspective i swear
what a clunky thing to have to deal with



also
unrelated to the first question, but
throw some mythologies that feature malevolent entities with major canine characteristics at me?
im looking to expand my horizons on that front

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Apr. 12th, 2014 07:31 pm
show_my_cannons: (Human | Believe what you will)
[personal profile] show_my_cannons
[There's a brief shot of Harding's face as the thing turns on. He was probably about to send a message to a select few people, but, from the brief look on his face, the one of sudden surprise, he's been diverted from it.]

[He swears, and the phone actually falls out of his hand, landing heavily on the floor, on its side.]

[It's enough for the video feed to capture a tiny toothpick monster, brandishing a slightly bloodied toothpick sword. It's only about ankle-high, but it looks angry. There's a snarl from off-screen.]

[And... the sound of shifting metal.]

[Out of nowhere, a foot stamps down on top of it. A very metal, very nonhuman foot. The toothpick monster doesn't have a chance. The foot withdraws.]

[Silence.]

[After a moment, the man picks his phone back up.]


I was going to say. [He frowns, scowling down at his feet.] Something... I cannot remember, now.

Damn it.

[CLICK goes the feed.]

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Apr. 9th, 2014 02:56 pm
epimethean: (hold my hand)
[personal profile] epimethean
1. I'm starting to think it might be a good idea to see what is or isn't going on in Las Vegas, if anyone wants to come. I'm not flying, so probably we'll drive, or go by train, or something. It's going to be terrible but I don't want to kick up a fuss at the airport. If you want to come, eighteen years old or with parental permission, please, let's all have some common sense.

2. Is there anyone at all good at...I don't know. Electrical rigging. Wiring. Plugs and adapters and things. Making plugs and adapters and things fit into sockets they wouldn't ordinarily fit into, I suppose.

3. Vaguely related to #2. What happens when you're starting to think you weren't exactly human? I mean. At least, not entirely. Jury's still out on that one.
vetala: ([Anger] If looks could kill...)
[personal profile] vetala
Who: Kanti Singh and YOU
What: It doesn't matter if Kanti has no time for monsters, because monsters always have time for Kanti. Specifically, large and small toothpick monsters.
When: 04/06; Afternoon
Where: The back of one of the many Starbucks in Locke City. The Starbucks by Locke City University.
Warning(s): Body horror of a dental sort

and i'm havin' a bad day, don't make me take it out on you! )
sixpetals: (✻ the love I loved the most)
[personal profile] sixpetals
omg this is all so cool!!!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ i tried the paper trick and everything, i can’t believe this has been around for so long and i didn’t know w(@。@;)w

you're the ones, right?? the superheroes on the news? or maybe more like secret agents, since you've been needing to be all sneakyish with the magical superpower echo stuff so the cops can’t get you

or NINJAS

OH!! MAYBE SECRET AGENT NINJA HEROES ☆*:.。. o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆

we should totally have a neat secret agent ninja hero group name
and a catchphrase
and costumes
oooh and maybe a theme song like in child champs

~~*when there’s trouble you know who to call*~~

it’ll be good for morale!! (⌒▽⌒)☆
btw i'm ai its very nice to meet you all ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ
let’s kick lots of alien booty together (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

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Mar. 31st, 2014 10:45 pm
compartmentalist: (Show business not show art)
[personal profile] compartmentalist
Nevada and aliens. That's like saying chocolate and more chocolate. Two things that go together really well. Hands and mittens. Snow and ice. Black and white.

[ The man speaking is animated. He hasn't taken off his sunglasses, but he wears them with the grace of someone who needs to hide their jet lag and late nights very often. Terry James is tousled and cheerful. Aliens. Las Vegas. The FBI in the street. The Mafia up to no good. This is like striking gold. ]

I spent six months there chasing up leads on the extraterrestrial--what can I say? It's a hobby. No luck. What do you suppose the chances are of finding something since that light went up? Still, I only just got here, and the FBI are guarding stone snakes in the streets. Vegas can probably wait.

So how long was it last time? Between the light going up and there being some sort of leads, something with meat?

And yes, I am Terry James. The author. Just to get that one out of the way. It's nice to meet all of you.
charcoalfeather: (walking into danger)
[personal profile] charcoalfeather
[The week was drawing to a close and Rakka wasn't feeling very good about it. There was some sort of strange light in the sky above Vegas, whatever it was apparently matched the light that appeared over Locke city. She hadn't seen anything stranger than normal in the city, and her illness had even disappeared in the last few days. Maybe it would even go away finally and she wouldn't have to worry about some sort of weird, angel flu anymore.

Today had even seen Rakka going outside, taking a short walk around the city and doing some odd errands. A soft breeze blew past her as she made her way down a sidewalk towards home. As always she kept her hat on and her hoodie drawn up over it. There was no way she was ready to show her halo just yet. Maybe later, but not now.

She continued walking before something made the student stop and look down. Laying on the sidewalk a few feet in front of her was a ring of keys. Did someone drop them? She couldn't just leave them here, could she? Slowly, after looking to see if anyone was around, she reached down and picked them up.

And promptly collapsed to the ground as she felt a wave of nausea rolled over her. All at once she felt her body temperature spike to high levels. The pain in her back even came back with full force, along with some sort of... pulling feeling that left her unable to get up again.

Oh god, was she dying? This illness was really killing her? Panic quickly set in and Rakka dove for her phone as fast as she could. When the video finally comes on it'll show the girl's pale face on the ground, sweat forming on it as she weakly tries to speak.
]

....H-help... Someone please help me...
flamberge: (charity -- what is my life)
[personal profile] flamberge
[Guess who's face pops up late afternoon on the 24rd? It's none other than Karl! He has a few things to say and a very important discovery to present.]
 
Many of you no doubt are aware of the pink lights presently in Las Vegas. Whatever this means or what may come about as a result, we must do our best to exert caution. Though we may have defended the city, the destruction of that creature had been the enemy's goal, something it will behoove all of us to remember.
 
[Some grumbling actually comes in the background, grumbling that sounds like one Melissa Lyre, one VERY UNHAPPY Melissa Lyre. Karl spares a somewhat apologetic glance over his shoulder before continuing.]
 
Words of wisdom aside, I've another reason for contacting the Network today. Following viewing the lights on TV, I received the ability necessary to test a hypothesis I posed some time ago.
 
[What great hypothesis might this be? A very important one!! Some very VERY melted plastic gets held up for all the world to see. What it may have been before it met its tragic fate, the world may never know. Actually, it was a plastic container but it definitely no longer serves that purpose.]
 
Plastic does not, in fact, protect against magic, fire magic in particular. Glass tables are also rather ineffective against it.
 
[RIP plastic container and another of his tables. Ah well, it was for the sake of science and hypothesis testing! And this hypothesis may have gotten tested right in front of the angry lady grumbling in the background. Really, why is she so upset? It's not as though she's...... afraid of fire. Oh... Whoops. Karl mentally slaps himself at that forgetfulness, a slap practically visible as he ends the connection]
vetala: ([Wibble] i'll never let go jack sob sob)
[personal profile] 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.
vetala: ([W E L P] i'm out of ideas)
[personal profile] vetala
Who: Kanti Singh, Octavia Serket, Alan Hunter, Danny Fenton, Roxy Kurosawa, and Kotetsu Kaburagi
What: Finding out where Karson Valenti and Avery Strider went off to, (Spoilers: The afterlife. Because they're dead.) and what the mafia has to do with it.
When: Backdated March 15th; Afternoon
Where: An old, abandoned warehouse in a notoriously shady part of Locke City. Like you do.
Warning(s): Gore, blood, violence, death. Any others will be added.

but if you have to move your best friend's body you're on your own )

((OOC: Action brackets for speed. Who section order is the tagging order.))

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Mar. 14th, 2014 05:24 pm
vetala: ([Anxiety] it's gonna get a hold of me)
[personal profile] 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.]

[Video]

Mar. 12th, 2014 09:15 pm
greenisthenewblack: (Teacher)
[personal profile] greenisthenewblack
I guess I'm a couple days late checking in. I was a bit... indisposed. [Hungover, indisposed... same thing.] I'm alive and in one piece, obviously. Don't think my cover was blown, either. How about the rest of you? Kids? Look, a lot of shit's going down, and it's not much, but there's some space in my apartment if someone needs to lay low for a bit.

Someone I know. No offense, but I'd rather not have a complete stranger with who-knows-what powers sleeping on my couch.

Oh. And for anyone who was taking bets... [She holds up a green, glowing hand - glowing right through the gloves, actually] These babies are blasters.

So I might be a ghost.

Alien.

Thing.
gh0stly: art by <user name=biiri site=tumblr.com> (= shad0wed. l00ming.)
[personal profile] gh0stly
[ It takes a while to orient herself. Aria automatically goes home, perhaps seeking...what? Comfort? Warmth? Her sister and her grandparents are there, but Mara and the Megidos can neither see nor hear her, and Aria has no comfort to offer her grieving family, though something in her thinks she ought to. Her room is still there, too, and the laptop sitting on her bed opens smoothly when she focuses. Just a touch of power into her fingers, and it's almost as though she has hands again. Not that she doesn't now. Her form is the same, just...insubstantial, though it looks solid to her. Invisible. Her fingers slide through things, if Aria doesn't focus, because she's not there. Not really.

...After that, it takes a little while to decide what to say. She contacts Soren and then Dallen first, after considering it, before inputting her number to pull up the Network.

What to say? Aria settles for short and sweet. ]


hell0
this is aria megid0
regardless 0f what y0u hear 0r may have already heard
im still here
m0re 0r less
perhaps a little less c0rp0really speaking


[ She could explain further, but it seems a little pointless somehow. Still, Aria will give her answer if pressed for it. For the time being she sits on her bed, reading back through the most recent Network entries as she waits for responses to her own.

OOC: Aria is now a ghost as a result of her death; you can find the OOC post about it HERE. Due to this she can only be physically seen by those who have echoed back the ability to see spirits, and her voice can only be heard by those who have echoed back the ability to hear spirits. She will therefore only be communicating through text for the forseeable future (thanks to being a psychic who can manipulate objects without the need for physical contact). Please feel free to opt out of the color and quirk HERE, and I will drop either or both for you; Aria will drop it if asked ICly as well. If a character has the ability to see and hear her, however, she may use voice or video. I'll be doing an action/log post sometime later this month for those characters to run into her. ]
theearth: (PRETENTIOUS STATUE TIME)
[personal profile] 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. ]
guitar_case_vagabond: (Bored with your shit)
[personal profile] guitar_case_vagabond
[Well, here she is, popping up on the network with a bored look on her face. She’s drinking from an oversized cup through a straw. It’s hard to tell where she is but it’s dark and there’s a big light source coming from ahead of her and some loud voices talking and--

Wait, is she? She is! She’s totally using her phone in a movie theater! How rude! At least she's considerate enough to stick to texting though, so she isn't blabbing away.]


This movie is bullshit so guess I'll see what the hell's going on here. yeah yeah i already did all the reading and crap aliens blah blah i got it

[Somebody nearby clears their throat, obviously trying to get the attention of the rude girl texting away during the movie. He just gets a dirty look in return.]

probably would have thought it was just some roleplaying crap but i got this thing

[And she holds up a small letter-opener sized half of a pair of scissors.]

so i guess its legit. so what do we do? go blow up the cops or something?

[Cause that's what these guys are, right? The guys behind all that crazy shit going on in town? To her side, the other theater patron makes another valiant plea for quiet and she turns her attention on him.]

Shut up, this movie sucks anyway.

text

Feb. 25th, 2014 07:11 pm
hungryhunter: (pic#6634851)
[personal profile] 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 ☑
pianistofraielin: (Let's do this!)
[personal profile] pianistofraielin
[Tuesday, right after school. On a whim, Russel sat down at the studio piano in the student theatre and discovered that he can play a song now. And that playing that song gave him an unknown Echo.]

[this is really exciting you guys. so of course the first thing he does is take out his phone and make a network post]


You guys!! I can play a song now! And I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be able to do magic by playing music, and I'm also pretty sure I just got a spell back!

I'm at the piano in the student theatre, you should come check it out!

I bet it's something really awesome!

Action portion: )
saiyanscholar: (Who me??)
[personal profile] saiyanscholar
[So Jeffrey was finally an adult and did something network-related all by himself yesterday. Be proud of him. It wasn’t easy. Go Jeffrey. And it’s given him something very important to ask you all. Something he absolutely hasn't been stressing over for the whole day.]

So, if somebody on here were to find out that they were descended from a species of aliens that wiped out the civilizations of whole planets, exactly how badly would that go over?

[Yeah, nobody will guess his most recent Echo from this. Smooth.]
yerawizarderi: (pic#7445868)
[personal profile] yerawizarderi
[First and foremost the network is greeted with this face. There seems to be remnants of some kind of white make up that's been frantically scrubbed off. What follows is--]

OCTAAAWIAAAAA!!!!

[Oh he mad.]

You fuckin' TRAMP! Who gawe you the bloody fuckin' right to do this to ME!? You want to fuckin' go? We can fuckin' go. I will not STAND for this lewel a disrespect!

[He's nearly spitting with anger. With the brief pause in bitching, he's going to hold up this little number.]

How did you ewen do it? Who the bleedin' FUCK is your accomplice? Bubblegum bitches? What're you some Marina and the Diamonds knock off, 'cos really, you could not be any less clewer.

[Dropping the poster with Octavia's face on it, he brings his fingers up to rub at his temples. God, he is too hung over for this shit.]

Mark my fuckin' words, Oct, this ain't goin' to be owerlooked, I am gonna make you fuckin' pay if it's the LAST thing I ewer do.

[Voice]

Feb. 18th, 2014 04:17 pm
espigeonage: (🌊And wait for the spark)
[personal profile] espigeonage
Hey, Numbers Club. I'm looking into getting a new apartmentmate. I've got a two-bed one-bath place on the fourth floor of a pretty decent building, and the other bedroom's opening up. Now, I may love to hear myself talk, but I'm out and about a lot and actually I'm quieter when I'm in. I'm also happy doing a lot of the cleaning and I like to cook. Your laundry is your own, though - we've got some machines for that in the basement.

It's very possible that at some point I'll end up pulsed too far to pass as human and have to leave, and in that case the place will be yours. Don't hold your breath, though.

Oh, and I'm growing athelas here, it's a pulse-plant a friend gave me, it's pretty panaceal. But I like it because it's also good as an air freshener and for tea. If you put it in hot water and breathe it, or drink the water, it's kind of a mood elevator. Coming down is nice and gradual and I don't think it's addictive, though. [he hopes it's not.]

Contact me if you're interested in the room, or just want to try athelas. We'll talk!
somesayinfire: (but maybe that's okay)
[personal profile] somesayinfire
You know what the most fun part about space depression and a brand new job at the city morgue is? It doesn't leave you a whole lot of free time to hang out with some of your biggest, best, and/or only friends.

For everybody new to the numbers club, I'm Brooke. I'm a mortician, and I guess on the side I try to provide services for the undead in our little community. Mostly vampires, some zombies, you know, that kind of thing. I used to be a girl named Terra, a superhero who could move the earth. So if you're looking to break ground on a new house or something, I'd be your woman for that, too.

For everyone else: Any new developments that we're keeping quiet about? Mostly I just see people complaining about Valentine's Day. Did anybody kill anybody else recently? Imagine I'm saying that with the flattest voice possible. Here, I'll use an emoticon. :|
drama8om8: (WELCOME TO THE PENISDOME)
[personal profile] drama8om8
[ It is a very tired Octavia that turns on her webcam tonight. An Octavia that is too tired to care that she's showing herself on the network sporting her dorky orange sun jammies and a giant tangle of bed hair. ]

So, uh. Lately I'm not sleeping so - [YAWWWWWWWWN] - great or whatever. Because, um.

[ She rubs at her eyes under her glasses briefly. ]

Nightmares! Yeah. I am having super terrible nightmares. Like. The worst. So I was hoping somebody would know how to stop somebody having dreams and stuff? Google isn't hel--

[ Then she's cut off by an exceedingly shouty voice that some might recognise as Alan's coming from somewhere offscreen. ]

I'LL KILL YOU ALL!


[ And she slams her laptop shut with a shriek. Busteeeeeeeed. ]
[personal profile] dorkytracksuit
right. so. iinformation sharing. i was talking to someone about that and uh.. i guess there's a ton of people here remembering the same place as me and i just thought there should be some attempt at compiling what we all remember to try and get a better context for those memories.

i think for some reason the popular term for our "group" is "soulbonded"? not sure why.. exactly, but if you have an echo induced text color preference or odd typing habits (double i's or zeros instead of o's) then you might be part of a group of us who remember being aliens before. another thing we all seem to have in common is strange blood colors.

if you are wary of receiving any pulsechos please do not read the responses to this post, however, if you feel you may be remembering something similar to what i've described so far, sharing what you do remember of your past/alternate self's life would really help us in better compiling/understanding the information we have already.

as for what i've remembered:

-several individuals: two with varying greenish blood colors, one with bright red, all adults.
-one, is named signless. i haven't remembered the names of the other two.
-red guy died
-i got turned into a spaceship
-also our planet was ruled by a total bitch who liked enslaving psionics and turning them into spaceships.

cause you know, not having autonomy is a totally cool thing, i guess.

and yeah that's pretty much it. i know aria said something about their being only twelve different blood colors? but that's pretty much all i've got. hopefully we can piece some more info together? let me know.
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[personal profile] greenisthenewblack
[Sheila's in a bathrobe, looking rather more disheveled and irate than... most people on the network have seen her before. If they've seen her at all. This is, after all, her first video.]

[She'd be more concerned about her appearance if both hands weren't, y'know. Glowing. Glowing green, in fact, with a few black flecks. She gives a deep, exasperated sigh.]


Great. Now I glow.

Other people blast things, or get cyborg implants, or super-strength.

I fucking glow.
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[personal profile] summit
[ Borrowing Aria's FLARP manual to study intergalatic RPing had seemed like a really good, fun idea. Seriously, what harm could it do? Other than echoing back a horrifying memory in the middle of third period and startling everyone with a scream and then grossed them out by puking in terror.

Oh yeah.

He feels excellent about that. Hours later and he's still not really sure how to process it. All he knows is that he doesn't need this reminder anywhere in his house. ]


Has anyone ever tried to, get rid of the things they echoed back? Items, and such.. I have something, I would really like to get rid of. Burning it might just cause, some bad karma or something... I don't think I need any more of that.
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[personal profile] yerawizarderi
[Needless to say, this is a little strange and he stares at his ipad for a good few moments before deciding to make a post on the network he's apparently just gained access to. Of course, not reading anything like the FAQ or whatever. He hardly has the patience for that. Pshh. Besides, why read that shit when people could inform him themselves? See? Much easier.]

alright so
here i am doin nothin but browsin tumblr at the local starbucks
rebloggin some shit enjoyin my cinnamon dolce cappuccino
when i saw some random ass post that reminded me of these bleedin numbers from for fuck ever ago
not even sure why it did considerin it had literally nothin to do with these fuckin numbers but whatever
so here i am again thinkin id fuck around and see if they DO anythin
low and fuckin behold what the shit is this
some sorta secret network i had no idea about with a one way ticket to it through some arbitrary as fuck numbers that i never was able to forget
im surprised to say the damn least of it
always kinda thought those numbers were utter poppycock at best just some stupid shit i remembered for no apparent reason other than to drive me mad
fancy that i was wrong that dont happen often

whatever enough fuckin babblin who the fuck are you people and what the fuck is this?

Video

Jan. 20th, 2014 09:56 pm
part_time_overlord: (I accept zero responsibility)
[personal profile] part_time_overlord
Okay so this might be a stupid idea, but...

It's better to be prepared than not be prepared, and it's been a while since the aliens or police or whoever really DID anything that I've seen. It's probably only a matter of time before their master plan comes into action and flying saucers start descending from the clouds or whatever.

Probably not that specifically, but you get my point.

Seeing as how I've been so far getting kind of creepy powers that bad guys in fantasy movies have, I've collected a series of truly terrifying supernatural horror films that I am going to watch in an attempt to induce more echoes in myself. I'd feel a bit more comfortable doing this if I had some one around to, you know, kick my ass if this ends up in me turning full evil. Fair warning, I'm pretty sure I could already punch a hole in a brick wall right now.

Even if this doesn't work, you'd still get to watch a bunch of great movies.

EDIT: It didn't work.

[OOC: No echoes were gained. Sam just ended up watching a bunch of movies and wasting everyone's time.
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[personal profile] originaloddcouple
[The feed opens on two smiling idiots. Like, really really smiling. Their grins are positively infectious. They also appear to be hiding something behind their backs.]

Guess whose finally out of the house guys?

My mother!

[They quickly pull out, wouldn't you know it, party horn. Not willing to let just majestic instruments exist without being blown into, they do the obvious and blow into the noisemaker. Repeatedly. With plenty of gusto and excitement!]

So, you guys are welcome to stop by again at any time without fear of insults and derision!

Hooray!

[Then suddenly, things get really serious as they casually toss away the party blowers.]

But! We have something important to tell you.

Now that we have time to talk about it.

See, long story short, we ran into some blood keys.


We're alright but we got an echo!

An important echo!

The past us... knew they were being reincarnated!

This whole thing... might have happened before!
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[personal profile] whiterabbit_dot_obj
Anyone remember the farmhouse that's supposed to be serving as an alien hide-out? Back in December a group of us headed over to check it out.
  • The place was rigged with some extremely high-tech security devices - sensors that would trap whoever triggered them in a force-field
  • The house itself has a bunch of white tiled rooms in it. There was one room the group who went inside the house said they couldn't get into, and the door was made out of something that didn't look like normal metal.
  • There's a bunch of things going on in the cellar:
    • One room has a bunch of containers - some had swarms of vermini in them and others had something we really couldn't see suspended in some kind of pink fluid.
    • The other is full of animal cages. There's normal animals, and these chimera-things - looked like genetically engineered combinations of ordinary animals.
    • There are robots in the cellar too, seem to be taking care of the animals and whatever's in the containers.
There's been a debate going on about whether or not this info should get shared out on here or not, hence why nobody's done a post about it until now. THAT BEING SAID, it would be appreciated if everyone remembers that running back out to the farmhouse and doing something rash is NOT the best idea, mostly because that could very well put EVERYONE in danger and not just the select few actively trying to place in the Darwin Awards. We decided to share this info because it's safer than leaving everyone in the dark, and it'll give us the best chance of making an INFORMED AND PLANNED OUT return later on, so if you want to act on any of this then for the love of all that is holy talk to us about it.
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[personal profile] flamberge
[Hello Network! Guess who's face pops up after like a month of being MIA? Yup, it's good old Mr Locke, now wearing spiffy new glasses. Behind him, a bit of his fancypants living room can be seen. He stares at the screen momentarily, clearly hesitating, before finally opening his mouth. Boy does he have a lot to say.]

As of Monday this week, my memories of the Network and everything associated with it returned. Nearly a month of unawareness has made me realize how necessary it is to divulge certain information. Not only do you all deserve to hear it, but certain details may prevent unnecessary problems on the chance my memory fails again in the future.

tl;dr i am cop, cops are bad, i'm now part bird and sorry. )