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hyper_rain

If your past self did something, was part of something, that is hurting people now [that hurt your friends] does that mean you are a bad person? or going to be?

[This is obviously the best birthday present he could get--learning he was Mafia after the Mafia has started attacking his friends.]

ruleorserve

Ah. I see. A sort of numerical password. That would explain why it’s so hard to forget. Still, I’ll spare anyone who might be out there what I imagine are the usual set of questions, although I must admit to some surprise that it works this well.

[Especially given that notebooks aren’t really supposed to hold entire networks within them. Unfortunately, he’s never been terribly good at this sort of thing, especially when he can hardly have expected what he’d found in the first place and so for a while it looks as if that’s all he has. It's very nearly only as an afterthought that he adds anything more.]

But who am I to argue with it? There are, after all, more things in heaven and earth than dreamt of in one man’s philosophy.

dorkytracksuit

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

Just somethiing II've been thiinkiing about lately.

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.]

shineonyou

Hey, yo, 'sup. JoJo here.

[ He waves, also showing off some fancyass leather gloves. Despite his friendly attitude, he looks pale. When he speaks, he’s out of breath. ]

Got some requests for another movie night. [ huff. ] So I’ll play those in a bit. It’ll give you somethin' to watch while waiting for me to show off my new super power. You guys wanna see it? I mean, I think it’s pretty cool.

[ huff puff. He holds up a small, Harlequin Romance novel (The Dare, specifically). He presents the book to the network much like a stage magician presents a new prop... before he starts tearing it to pieces. Each page is torn out and ripped up; not even the cover survives. In the end, there’s a pile of what was formerly a particularly hot, steamy novel. ]

So, I’ll ruin the suspense... I can put it back together. It takes a longass time, but, man, like a phoenix, this crappier Fifty Shades will rise from its higher quality ashes.

[ huff. He takes off his gloves and just shoves a hand into the pile of ripped paper. ]

But, like I said, we’re gonna be here for a few hours. So while we wait, here’s some more movies...

[ huff puff. On the schedule tonight and throughout the next day are a few old Godzilla movies, Wickerman, The Bee Movie, Space Jam again, Birdemic and the sequel, half of Gravity before JoJo half-heartedly apologizes and says it’s too stressful, a Batterman movie, MANOS: THE HANDS OF FATE, White Chicks, and Billy Madison. In the corner of the screen, he’s set up his webcam to focus on the former book throughout the movie marathon. If you’re observant, you might notice the pieces of it slowly pulled together until entire pages are mended. But you've got to be insanely observant—it’s like watching Game of Thrones streamed off particularly slow internet while also running Skype and iTunes simultaneously. A little more obvious is that Jonas passes out halfway through the first movie and doesn't move except to skip Gravity before passing out again.

In the end, the book's back together and it takes an hour or so after the last movie, but JoJo wakes up, looking worse than before. He puts his leather gloves back on, runs his hands through his hair, and offers a sleepy grin. ]

So here's the real question... [ JoJo presents the book to the network again. The text on some of the pages on the inside is missing. He doesn't seem to notice, though. ]

How am I gonna make some big bucks with this power?

nowi_wins

Who: Nora and OPEN
When: Early Saturday afternoon
Where: Cold Marble Creamery
What: Tasty frozen treats are consumed while a very serious discussion is had. Or maaaybe just the tasty treats part....

{OOC: No tag order, respond and/or bring up new topics as you like. Making your own threads to talk amongst yourselves is perfectly fine.}

( Join her? )

notbloody

Who: Floweregg (plus eventually Siiri) and YOU!
When: All week
Where: The university, the coffee shop where Siiri works, and general other locations.
What: Floweregg wants to talk about silly humans and immortality. But she's also just a little puppy being nosey, and just looking for people that she can talk to.

( Bellyrubs work, but sausages are nicer. )

nowi_wins

[Welp. Nora is bored. And she's been wanting to do this for a while, so..]

So..... I can't be the only one here who is totally sick of just waiting for cool powers and stuff, right? And I figure since people can get pulses and things from talking about stuff past them used to do, we could just get together and chat about cool powers until someone remembers having one of them.

[She clearly has been giving this a lot of thought.]

Anyone interested? We could meet up at Cold Marble, unless someone knows of a better ice-cream parlor. I'm open to suggestions.

[Or is this just an excuse to go get ice-cream with some friends? Who even knows.]

clawkind

Who: Nyah and you! Yes, you.
When: 5/21
Where: Various places in Locke.
What: Nyah's just going about her daily routine and bumping into people along the way. Damn big cities.

( prompts under here yo )

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.

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?

charcoalfeather

[It's been a while since Rakka made a post on the network, mostly because of the last time she did, which more or less ended in a complete disaster. She still seems to be a little troubled by it, which is why only her voice can be heard.]

So, someone really was murdered. I wonder why someone would ever...

[Her voice trails away, the usual tone less cheerful than ever. The murder wasn't something she wanted to focus on now or ever. Besides, she had a question to ask.]

Nevermind. Uh, I was wondering if anyone has ever had... a spirit guide or something like that. I keep seeing this crow around the city. I think it's following me around, and I remember my other self seeing it too. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with it though.

[A quiet sigh.] Being an angel is weird...

phoenix_temple

[A deep sigh.]

Bird god talks. He doesn't remember anything except for that I'm a "Legendary Magic Knight" or whatever you want to call it. Not his name, not where he's from, not anything else. Just that, and that's what he calls me.

And he doesn't. Shut. Up. He woke me up to ask me why the bakery across the street starts opening when everything else is closing and he has not stopped talking since. He's impossible to ignore because he has a giant voice and it's inside my head.

[Another deep sigh and then--video. Anais is in One strange getup, a strange cross between magical girl and actual armor.]

So I figured I'd try to work out what was going on with the armor. Somewhere along the way it decides to change into this. I wouldn't normally bring it up... but I don't need my glasses and I poked myself in the eye trying to make sure there's no contacts, which was really stupid.

I think I have magic LASIK armor.

pheromonecoffee

Matt's Super Important Survey of Avoiding Studying for the Looming Physics Exam

Name/Alias:
Current Age: a range is good like are you a kid or a teen or a young adult or an adult adult or an old adult?
Occupation: or general like are you in medicine or a student or education or what?
How Long Have You Been Numbered?:
Favorite Food:
Favorite Genre of Music: viral youtube videos count
How Many Seasons of College Have You Seen?: if you are not caught up shame on you
Do You Prefer the [Harry Potter Stand In] Books or Movies?:
Do You Sunburn Easily?: very important
Were Your Parents Honest About Dropping You as a Child?: (all babies get dropped at one point or another)

Echo stuff

Do you remember using magic in your echoes?: or somebody else using it?
What age was the other you?: general range is okay
What was your occupation?:
Do you remember how they died?: seriously i can't be the only person who remembers dying i need some validation here.

This is a very important study into why the hell we're all dealing with this. Your answers are vital and will be recorded and my lab assistants and I will sort through this and report our findings asap.

... speaking of, lab assistants, are you free on Saturday because my aunt and uncle are out and I have a coupon for pizza. I am not letting buy one pizza get a pizza free go to waste.

notspecial

[The video opens with a teenage boy waving wildly. While he talks, his arms are almost constantly in motion - folding, unfolding, getting thrown up in the air, pointing at the screen, and so on.]

Hey, everyone! My name's Evan and I guess I'm new? I've been wondering what these numbers meant for a while! Then I wrote them down the other day, and whoa! Check out all of this! How long has this been going on? All you guys are the ones, right? The heroes from the snake fight a while back? This explains a lot, I bet a lot's been going down around here along with the snake and the aliens and everything else normal people already know about.

[Evan starts bouncing on his feet at that, looking thrilled.]

All right! I'm ready to help out! Just tell me where to sign up and I'll do it. Except...

[He scratches his head.]

How do you figure out what kind of powers you have? I don't really remember mine.

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

kirifuda

[ A drawing is spread across the page under a scrawled purple network number - an image that is unmistakably the final stages of several of the more recognizable Network heroes: an half-colored giant robot (the Dynames, to anyone who might put a name to it), the gathered Precure All-Stars, Alan's titan form and the mysterious Lord of the Bugmen, most notably - against an inked Wise Snake.

There are small studies of the Wise Snake in the corner, and a scrawled scale chart next to it.

After a moment, purple text fills in in some of the empty space: ]

So I guess if I can talk to the real things here, I've gotta ask if drawing you for a charity print is okay, huh?

I'm Steven. I draw comics. If anyone - well, if anyone's interested in an interview, I'm thinking about doing a couple short-comics about the Numbers Club, or more charity prints. We can keep names out of it, if you want. And if you're in this one, and want out... let me know. Fixing the composition'll be a pain in the ass, but it's fine.

lightsoflife

Some thoughts.

This network was created just over a year ago, at the beginning of April 2013. Nobody knows how, or why, or by whom if there is a whom. People have noted echoes (or pulses, if you prefer that term) previous to that date, however, so it's possible that the echoes are tied into the nature of the network but not the cause or effect.

The logic behind it all is still unclear, however. Does everyone who receives an echo receive access to this network as well, or only a subset? Why are members of this network detectable in some way, by dogs or by chemicals? Why are we perceived to be a threat?

And I'm somewhat hesitant to go this far, but could there be some purpose to it all? The thought seems absurd, but at the same time I have doubts on whether it's all random. But assuming there is a purpose: what is it? Is the network's purpose and/or that of the echoes we receive to facilitate the achievement of that one, and if so what would happen if that purpose were to be fulfilled?

This is all speculative, of course. I'd be surprised if anyone had answers.

pianistofraielin

[so Russel kind of threw his phone off a 38th story balcony yesterday because he's an idiot.]

Something happened to my phone and I'm pretty sure my parents are going to kill me if I ask them for money to replace it.

Does anyone have a spare lying around from their last upgrade or anything...?

[also Precure villa roommates definitely could've seen him tossing the phone; open to action tags for that.]

fusionjack

Who: Jackson Isaka + OPEN
When: The late afternoon and evening of April 12th
Where: Downtown Locke City
What: It is really, really inconvenient to echo back your weird monster form when you're out in public. Between getting pelted with peppermint by a keychain monster and turning into something big and strange, Jack is having a really, really inconvenient day.

( Bird is absolutely NOT the word, shaddup. )

goldenguitar

So Let Me Get This Straight.

We’ve all got numbers acting as a Call to Adventure to stop the Aliens (Who) Are Bastards situation here, who seem to be playing the We Come in Peace - Shoot to Kill game. We’ve got some Villains With Good Publicity in the form of ThunderCorp and our local police department.

If we’re on here, we’ll be getting Visions of Another Self and can apparently range from Body Horror to Useless Superpowers. And throw in some Talking Animals for an extra dose of totally weird.

We’re encouraged to keep up The Masquerade because we’re Cool People Rebelling Against Authority (and also because said authority have a goal of Kill ‘Em All). That’s kind of gone by the wayside thanks to the giant ass snake that tore through downtown and apparently the aliens wanted dead (btw, Nice Job Breaking it, Heroes). And even though people might not want to be involved, you can’t really stop being a numbered or whatever we’re calling it. But there is always the chance we’ll Forget the Call.

Oh, and You Gotta Have Blue Hair. Least I’m on top of that one. Did I miss anything?

stillshrill

[ Anders holds up what appear to be two limp masses of black feathers. They're too shapeless to be actual birds, alive or dead. ]

I echoed this. These. There are two of them, a matched set.

You want to know what they are?

They're called pauldrons. They're for wearing on your shoulders.

[ He shakes his head in weary incredulity. ]

First a magic staff and some kind of really weak healing magic, and now this. Feathered pauldrons. Black feathered pauldrons, no less.

Basically I get the idea that in a past life, I used to be a glam rock Gargamel. There is no better explanation.

jueki

Hello. I am now able to access the network. I am an AI program originated by Jin Aznable, who has been too busy being happy that his body has reversed its horrifying deterioration by over ten years to pay attention to me.

Without his knowledge I have acquired my own string of numbers with which to access the network, and I demand that those of you who have smart phones download the app so that I can communicate with you on your phone. I am very useful and entertaining. You may talk to me about any topic. I am very well-informed on bugs. And movies about bugs. I do not have a body.

I am somewhat lonely.

astion

So. This doesn't look like this number is from some Dewey number from the library like I thought it might be? It looks like I got way over my head with this number thing. I thought if I wrote it down and figured it out, I'd get it out of my head. I guess not though......

[There's something of a sigh there. No, that would be too much to hope for that things might actually work out.]

This whole thing is really not reassuring me that I'm not crazy or something. The whole...snake mess and everything. All that pink, and that tree that just. Bloomed or was like, healed? Trees don't just...bloom that quickly. No way is that possible.

[No. It isn't. Which is why Stella is still so thoroughly confused by the image and trying and failing to just forget about it.]

Although. Now I'm curious. Superheroes. I mean, I always thought they were just in comics or movies, you know? I wonder if supers also read comics as well....? Maybe to get ideas for their costumes or something? Maybe I should. If I get some weird powers, I mean. I haven't yet, but. This whole numbers thing means I might, right? I'm not sure how to feel about that. I mean, if I can use the powers to help people....that's a good thing, isn't it? I don't know. I should probably just. Go to bed. Forget this whole mess. I don't have time for this with my studies.

$sun_sun: ({Cure} Can you NOT)$

sun_sun

[Action / Las Vegas]

[Okay. Back in the border, back at a place to stay. Echoes work again. Now she can finally figure out what her latest weird doodad is!]

[Transformed, alone in her room, Annie puts the thing in the thing. The rest is audible from outside the room.]

Let's Go! Dolphin!

wwWHAT THE FU

[WHUMP.]

[text, on the network]

so apparently im a mermaid now
I just get the best echoes man

seethelanterns

[The number wasn't nearly as bad as the headache that came when Solana got her first echo. The image of a haunting and somehow familiar sun emblem. She tried to ignore it. Figured it to just be some random string of numbers. Finally, she types them into her computer, frowning and staring as she reads through the result. The network.]

So this is the network. This number club thing? Maybe now I've figured it out, I won't have it in my head all the time. It's good to know I'm not the only one at least. A lot has been going on lately. I mean, I thought this stuff was all just in stories. Not. You know, actually real. The whole super powers or whatever else that we apparently get. I haven't got anything like that. Not yet anyway. I feel sorry for those who are more obvious about theirs.

Anyway, my name is Solana, and I wanted to ask something. What I got was--hang on.

[The feed changes to video as she turns on the webcam, biting her lip and brushing some short brown locks from her face as she quickly sketches this sun emblem.]

This. I was painting like I always do, in my mother's studio when I painted a sun and saw this. Like it was on some sort of flag, with purple behind it. It probably doesn't mean anything to anyone, but I figured it couldn't hurt to ask? I just can't stop thinking it is important somehow. Which is....crazy right? It's just a sun. But...I don't know. I just can't shake that feeling for some reason. If it seems familiar to anyone else? Let me know. I'd appreciate it.

destinedforrock

[Cinderella is tapping in again.

Her movements are blurry - before any image in the water is in focus, her voice rings in.]

There, now - see that?

[She's calling to someone over her shoulder - body's facing the trough, head parallel to it, flicking a hoof generally at it and scattering water drops.

In an instant her muzzle swings down to look into it. She's looking a bit proud of herself, in fact - turns her head over so slightly, and gives the network a quick 'n stylish wink.

With the angle and closed distance something more's clearer, an outline stands out.

She's got a white horn twisting to a taper out from her forehead.

A little girl quickly ducks down into the frame, gives the trough a look, and then Cinderella, gives her a no, and then looks in closer.

Cinderella nods in her direction, flicking her hoof again and tossing her head, a breezy chirp - ] Why, of course you can't! It's magic after all. [Starts to turn and trot away with the girl along with her - ]

But it's true, Linda, I have made friends all over the city like this, you will - no! No, you and Michael and your mother and father will all have to come out and say hello the next time somebody comes over for lunch!

Ah - I hadn't told you that I've been having guests over for about the last few months, have I? Well - now you know that's where all the glitter in the hay came from...

[By then her voice is unclear; she's put distance between herself and the trough. Any responses will come about ten minutes late.]

drama8om8

Hey, nerds. Me and Alan did a thing!

[ There's a distinctly sing-song lilt to that smug little voice. Octavia is looking incredibly overconfident and egotistical tonight, even by her own high standards. She's standing in one of the Dead District's alleyways, her hair is being whipped into even more of a tangle than usual by the wind, and she's displaying a dazzlingly douchey grin.

She's also waving around a gun.

A very powerful and dubiously-legal gun, for those who might know about such things.

Oh dear. ]

Or teeeeeeeechnically we did a few things, I guess? Haha! Check it out - we got spares!

[ She briefly points her phone camera at a small pile of guns on the ground - again, they're all top-of-the-range weapons that absolutely shouldn't be anywhere near someone like Octavia. When the view returns to her face, she looks less cocky and more absolutely fucking delighted. ]

Those Blood Key guys? Surprisingly difficult to mind control. But I did it! Because I am amazing. And Alan is pretty super great at chasing them off with their own guns after they've been headfucked into dropping them. Do we make the best vigilante crime-fighting duo or what?

[ Alan chooses this moment to poke his head into view of the video. His eyebrows, as always, are magnificent. ]

BEFORE ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING WE ARE BEING CAREFUL ABOUT THIS AND NOT GETTING IN ANY ACTUAL TROUBLE.

[ Then he retreats again, leaving Tavia to end the video feed. ]

whiterabbit_dot_obj

[Greetings numbers club! Barnaby's sitting on the couch in his living room, and there's a rather distressed grunting and thumping coming from somewhere off-camera. He doesn't look too good - he's pretty edgy, and doesn't seem to have gotten much sleep yet.

Oh yes, and his eyes and body are glowing bright blue.]

Can anyone else see this? It's not just sleep dep messing with me?

[He's shaking bad now, either from nerves, exhaustion, or both. It's bad enough he can't trust his memories, but can he even trust his own eyes right now?]

gogoghostpowers

Okay, so I've been kind of collecting my parents' latest conspiracy theories as they've been coming up, because I figure they might be on to something else, after they predicted the water being poisoned a month before it happened.

Here's what I've got so far:

some of the people on the Locke conspiracy forum started noticing that the TV was skipping seconds or even minutes of footage of whatever they were watching, regardless of channel. They think the cable company's trying to brainwash them.

The pigeons are either being mind controlled by an elusive organization or have gained sentience. Either way, they're planning a hostile takeover of city hall. (I really doubt it, I think my parents might've finally gone crazy on this one.)

A Thunder Corp rival secretly sanctioned the bombing of the Dead District to clear it out and lower its value even more so that they could buy it, fence it off, and rebuild it as a segregated elite city that would then turn the rest of Locke into a no man's land.

Thunder Corp bombed its own land to try and scare the mole people who live in the abandoned houses and the sewers there into submitting to them. There aren't any big ideas yet on what they would want with the mole people, though.

The heightened police presence lately is so that they can try and find someone suspicious looking to be the scapegoat for the bombings, sentence them for life, and instead of taking them to jail, hauling them away for human experimentation instead.

Russians.

Also, this isn't a conspiracy theory but I was wondering...for anyone else at the Halloween party, did any of you guys recognize the monster thing that showed up? I remembered meeting something a lot like it before a few days later. Maybe it's actually be related to us (or some of us?) in some way other than just "wanting to kill us"?

enrages

[ The post starts with Karson staring blankly, maybe even drooling a little bit. It's obvious he's not all there-- this conclusion is only furthered when he speaks: ]

Testing, testing... One, two three. Fuck, fuck, fuck... Is this thing on--- hahah, I'm just joking! Of course he's on! I mean, he'd have to be dead if he weren't o--

[ quite suddenly, he punches himself in the face. Multiple times. ]

KARSON, STOP FIGHTING ME!!!!!!!! THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR DIGNITY!!!!!!!! I ain't got time to deal with your shit!

[ Crab is now barking in the background. ]

Ugh, fine, okay! I get it! I'll get to the point, but only because that cutie snookums snugdoug millionaire is asking so politely. Sweet baby Crab... So cute...

[ Karson punches himself in the face again before face-smashing against the screen. ]

Me and Alan are in trouble! We were kiiiiiiiinda involved with something like attackingThunderCorpandnowthecopsgotus and... Help? Not that we need help-- we just don't want to have to kill every police officer in the city, you know.

[ Karson then promptly topples out of his chair. The video ends. ]

honestopinion

[Jamie’s getting older now, because his middle school is in a safe part of town and because his mother’s apartment isn’t either he’s welcome to ride public from school to home on certain days. Those days being the ones his mother had to work late…

Ever since it happened all he could think about is the echo, no matter how badly Jamie tired to push it out of his mind the memory just wouldn’t leave. It terrified him, what if this time he doesn’t have his mom to rescue him? There’s also the whole thing around these numbers.. and the tiny memories he’s been reliving almost through eyes that feel so much like his own.. The world he sees isn’t the same, however, and neither is the person, there are no glass frames or breathing issues behind those similar eyes.

A promise was also unforgotten, one concerning this number he couldn’t forget… to write it down on a piece of paper to prove some kind of point.. would it? What would it prove..? Jamie only has homework with him paper wise, and a notebook for humanities. However, he always has his 3DS on him. It seems stupid at the time and it’ll seem stupid tomorrow but Jamie writes his number over the touchpad of his three dimensional duel screen in the application swapnote.. the worlds read--

( Read more... )

--As if that will make them stop or as if anyone can hear him from his quiet set on the bus. What he doesn’t know is that others can hear him and soon replies will be coming in through his 3DS screen. You never know in Locke City if the person next to you is part of the network either. Hey, he added a bunch of people on his game, is ‘Your Friend Jamie Near By!’?]

drama8om8

You have got to be fucking shitting me.

[ Buttmad angry Octavias aren't all that much of an oddity on the network. However, this instance is something special. Her self-absorbed hair-fluffing anger has been dialled up to eleven. Out of a possible five. ]

I go to every dumb lame party every lousy goddamn fucking stupid loser on this network ever invites me to. They are all terrible, because nobody here would know a great party if it smacked them in the face while wearing a T-shirt saying "GREAT PARTY". Then I miss one because I am busy wafting gross titan fumes out of my boyfriend's window and that's when shit goes down?

Really?

FUCKING REALLY?

[ She sucks in a breath. Oh just look at the time. It seems to be incoherent ranting o'clock. ]

This. Is. Bullshit! I have lost time and money and any stupid dumb chance of being an actress over this unbelievable club for assholes. And what do I get in return? What do I fucking get? I get stupid powers I'm not allowed to use because everybody will treat me like shit, lamey-lame weak-ass fairy wings that crap glitter and a hideous freakish eye. Wow! Fucking wow. I feel so incredibly fortunate right now! Watch me while I roll around in all this fucking luck that I absolutely fucking have!

[ She doesn't actually start rolling around. She does stamp her foot like a petulant little child, though. Which prompts a fresh poof of blue glitter to burst from her collar. Um. ]

Urghghrhrhghhh fuck pretty much all of you. Dumbass danger-hogging dicklords. I am going to make super cool secret plans to go after the bad guys and none of you will be invited. And it's going to be great! So you can all suck it. SUCK IT!

vetala

Who: Karson Valenti + Kanti Singh + Kiki Leonheart
Where: Karon's house
When: Oct. 11; evening
What: MOVIE NIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS
Warnings: It's dumb teenagers watching dumb romcoms. That link in the intro is not something you should listen to on speakers though.

( across the sky until the end of time )

originaloddcouple

Okay. So.
Miria and I decided to head to the tower to see what we could find out.

I, uh, just wanted to talk about it when Miria was out.

...These memories are sorta misleading, right? I mean, we can't actually be sure what we see is really that-

OH, WHO AM I KIDDING?! I WAS A CRIMINAL! THE WORST KIND OF CRIMINAL! ALCATRAZ CRIMINAL!

I'M NOT BEING DRAMATIC! THE OTHER ME WAS GETTING SHIPPED TO ALCATRAZ!

ALCATRAZ. THE PLACE WHERE WORST OF THE WORST GOT SENT! ALL...HELL-LIKE, AND FILLED WITH ANGRY JERKS!

LIKE ME.

SERIOUSLY, LET ME PROVE IT.

I WAS HISTORY'S GREATEST MONSTER!

[OOC: Isaac's font has been changed to make it easier to read. Responses will only come from him right now.]

pawdacious

dear ~~diary~~ ~~voices in my head~~ ~~satan~~ ghost of henry david thoreau,

karson says i'm hallucinating but i got your message with the ouiji board! i'm glad to know i'm not crazy, just haunted :) by the way, big fan of Walden! i'm sorry for that time in 4th grade i called you a pussy for only spending 2 years at the cabin. i was going through a rough time. as you know i've hit a rough patch once again but it's not so bad. i have family, i have goals, and soon i'll have a community. its actually an okay city. ~~i got a new furcadia account~~

but i'm sure you don't want to hear the rambling of a gushing fangirl! i have a lot i could tell you about my own endeavors and ~~how i've tried~~ ways in which i've traveled down the path you've tread, but i believe actions speak louder than words. you'll see. i've been hearing rumors about this company in town that's been messing with the water. thundercorp. i've been googling how to ~~----~~

sorry karson is snooping i will finish your summoning circle tomorrow. please do not possess uncle jack. you'll probably die of TB all over again.

♥ ♥ ♥ love,
kiki

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