savetheearth | Entries tagged with homestuck: rose lalonde

so i know we're all bummed that completely predictably the mine adventure was a full crock of shit
aside from some no doubt extremely suspicious buzzing that is of course completely unexplainable in the way of malfunctioning technology or subterranean species and therefore must be a sign of the apocalypse
but fear not my precious angels
i bring great tidings
of look at the pictures i took of karson's dog while he was fucking around the mines like a loser

( extremely shitty pictures of animals because it turns out there are no pictures of scotty dogs playing with any kind of cat anywhere on the internet according to google images )

goodboybestshot

[Thad was originally just scribbling a bunch of notes onto a piece of paper. He's just gotten back into Locke City and of course, like every time, those numbers are back, tormenting him at the edge of his mind. So, this time he sits down and writes them out, and went on to write a bunch of notes about Babylonian Numerology or some such- but then the network happens.]

[And he about jumps clean out his seat. There are probably still some half written notes left on the page and it's several minutes before he comes back. When he does, there is a bit more writing.]

What the hell is all this? Either my notebook is possessed by the computer or that milk was a little more sour than i thought.

Good lord im going mad. Can anybody read this?

icy_heavens

I guess this new pulse got lost in the repeats that stupid water dredged up. Since there seem to be a lot of you who’re Japanese and online translators suck . . .

[And now in perfectly-spoken Japanese, which at least one person may find strange for him:] Kunrinsha yo. Chiniku no kamen, banshou habataki, hito no na o kansu mono yo. Shounetsu to souran, umihedate sakamaki minami e to ho o susume yo.

[Back to English now.] Mind telling me what exactly I’m saying, there?

[[OOC: Translation is here!]]

Current Mood: curious

cava

[a voice comes through, clearly being run through a filter.]

Ça va, ça va, ça va?

I've already examined the FAQ, after doing a bit of digging. I would dismiss this all as nonsense, were it not that I attempted using the numbers on a piece of paper. From there, I'm sure you can guess at the result.

Très intéressant.

I'll spare the usual questions, and leave you to whatever it is you hope to accomplish. Frankly, all this talk of heroism hurts to hear! I don't have the time to spare for such nonsense. But, once more, don't mind me. I look forward to seeing how this plays out regardless.

I bid you bonne chance, Numbers Club.

rivalize

[Tyler Vaughan. The name's written in bold black on a pinkish piece of paper, bigger than everything else as if to shame him further. Because it's not just a piece of paper. It's a goddamned ticket, and considering the charged fine at the bottom—which is ridiculously high for what he deems to be a very minor offense—he really doesn't need the whole finger pointing to remind him. The message overlapping his transgression has been scribbled carelessly, a sloppy note that gives very little room to guess just how irritated he is.

Figures he'd finally break the ice when he can barely handle himself thinking.]

Who the hell gets fined for jaywalking? $150. Are you fucking kidding me? That's pretty much half my pay for a whole damn week. ~~I don't f~~

[There's the beginning of another sentence below, scrawled through and unreadable—certainly another bout of indignation, skipped in favor of addressing a mild concern plaguing his mind.]

Probably wouldn't have happened if there weren't so many damn cops around. What's up with that anyway? Can't go anywhere without running into one.

voiceof

[The voice speaking is smooth and arm, if a little tinged with nervousness. It might be possible to recognize it, if you listen to evening news radio.]

I swear I've been dreaming about those numbers, and--oh. Well, then. This is new. Did I turn on voice commands somehow? That would be spectacularly bizarre, given that I don't even have my microphone plugged in.

Well, it seems to be recording me somehow, and I suppose that I'm no stranger to being recorded.

[He takes a deep breath, then resumes, tone more even and controlled.]

Good evening, and if anyone's actually listening, I'd appreciate it if you could explain to me what you've done to my computer, or at least choose a more subtle method of listening in on me. I do rather need access to my computer. I hope you'll understand. Maybe try a hidden microphone in the bathroom? I believe that's traditional.

...Am I actually trying to reason with a computer virus?

empyrus

This is incredible. Both that a network like this exists and that it's used for such juvenile reasons.

Don't worry, I've done my research. That is to say, I've found the 'guide'. My name is Adelle, and I'm a university student. I've attached a picture for your convenience. I apologize it's just a blurry 'selfie'. That's about all you need to know about me for now.

[ despite everything, Adelle is still rather suspicious about all of this. She's willing to allot some information about herself to test the waters, but she's being a bit steely about the nitty gritty. ]

I didn't ask for this, and to be honest, I could have gone my whole life without knowing something as farfetched as this exists. However, it seems this effort needs as much help as it can get, so I'll assist to the best of my abilities. I'd also like to find out more about my 'echoes/pulses'. Just please, don't ask about mine.

[ she's still working her own out, and honestly it was a little.. embarrassing to talk about. ]

I'm.. not completely sure where I'm going with this. This is still very— overwhelming.

How many of you attend Locke U?

➡ Attachment: Download

sweetas

[Candy sounds a bit out of breath.] Uh, so...people have probably noticed this already, but I think something's wrong with the water. I had to leave work early because I couldn't stop laughing and I think I literally cracked a rib, I dunno. Also my laugh is really weird now...

Listen, just--don't drink tap water! It's like laughing gas. Laughing liquid! ...Heh. Pffffft hu hu hu hu hu hushit.

eras

WHO: Hikari/Rose & Aria/Aradia.
WHAT: Running into one another.
WHEN: Backdated to August 1st, during the afternoon.
WHERE: Japantown!

( i will never have witty things to say here so )

hawaiianheir

[So howdy, network, just another day, right? Well. Except for what looks like a new person accessing the super secret numbers network.

For a moment or two, there seems to be pretty much nothing but silence. Then, a piano tune creeps up. Slow, steady, almost as if he's rehearsed this. Weird. At least it sounds pretty, right?

It goes on for a minute or two, before wrapping up. After that there's nothing again, until text starts appearing, rapid-fire as if from an IM or IRC client.]

okay so
what the fuck is this, seriously
i mean the number is obviously some sort of weird coded gibberish (who the fuck heard of an address starting with '413' i mean really)
is that dumb piano piece i remembered from who knows where some sort of signal or key or something who the fuck knows
assuming i didn't just craft it up in some weird half-baked dream anyway
what the hell am i even typing there's probably nothing even here
just, you know, me
typing into the infinite idiot void
wondering if i get something better than the dumb bullshit i usually put up with
yaaaaay
ace choices in how to waste your time today self
real pro of you
ugh, whatever.

strikeraid

[ Someone failed physics badly enough to make summer school a necessity, not an option. Well, whatever. Skyler did what he wanted with his summer, his greatly diminished social circle totally having a huge hand in that, so now he's actually sitting down and doing his homework. Except converting potential energy to kinetic energy makes no sense, so he's since graduated to fucking around and putting down whatever numbers come to mind. And since this is the first time he's actually bothered to do his homework in ages... the numbers one would expect pop up, and suddenly his homework can scroll. ???? Skyler puts pencil to paper to investigate. ]

ok are you kidding me
what is this

no offense to whatever this is but this shit's not gonna work out

this class is pass fail but there's no way i can turn this in now
shit
shit
undo
undo

[ His worksheet (and his name) is clearly available for anyone who wants to poke fun at his awful attempt at scholastics! Or, you know, man the cannons. ]

somesayinfire

Damn it. Ever since I ran into that scorpion (I have a picture of it, if anyone's interested), I've been feeling... weird. That's the best way to put it. It's stupid and I can't shake it, because I know I wasn't always like this. But it's like... I woke up earlier in the week and I wasn't even sure if I could go into work today. If I could do my job. The one I've been doing for three years.

I have a feeling it's one of those... are we calling them echoes? Or lurches? One of those things. And so far it's been so strong that I've basically been fighting it back down just to get myself to do regular things. Hell, it took me two days to work up the nerve to make this post.

Sorry, I know I shouldn't be using this network as a blog. Like I said, I have a hand-drawn picture of the scorpion that attacked us (courtesy of Alan). To the person I said I'd give it to, I just did, so be sure to check that.

Oh, if anybody had one of these echo things that left them hungry for bodily fluids afterwards, which is easily the weirdest sentence I've ever typed, let me know and I'll see if I can do something about it. Same goes if you're looking for some kind of cosmetic touch-up. I'm a pretty skilled makeup artist when this lousy space depression thing isn't holding me back.

[the picture she keeps mentioning isn't attached to the post, but she has it on hand if anyone's curious.]

toobig

video; [11:37PM]

[Bertholdt writes his number down in the corner of a page he's editing, without thinking about it. He had gotten a headache from staring at the computer for so long, and was now curled up on his couch in his apartment, the flip side of the manuscript he's working on visible to the network, as well as all of his red pen edits and small notes. His handwriting is cramped but neat, small block letters that are easily readable, even mirrored. He doesn't seem to notice what's going on at first, too focused on what he's doing, but when he pauses to pushes his glasses up his sweaty nose he blinks and stares at the paper. He flips to the next one and finds that the same thing is happening.]

[It takes him a pretty long time to actually say anything while he's trying to figure out what's going on, and even then it's just:]

... What?

these_orcs_must

[It's late at night. The video cuts in to show a view from a large, fogged up bathroom mirror that someone just idly wrote a number in with his fingertip. After a moment, the foggy face peers closer, and you can sort of make out a craggy, stubbly, masculine face through the fog.

A second later, the man reaches up and actually wipes the mirror clearer with one hand, revealing Robert Knox, local gym owner, who is still dripping wet and undressed except for a towel wrapped around his waist. Do you like a well defined physique? Because damn.]

Huh. I think this mirror is broken.

mezool

[ azure sounds like any other high school girl on the network, albeit a little weirded out after initial contact. she's got a good head on her shoulders, though, and she's determined to deal with it!

also, her voice sounds a little... wavy? it's not enough to disguise her voice entirely, but the modification is there. ]

Is there a way to get to the FAQ without having to ask someone to link to it or looking for it yourself in other posts? Because, um, duh? Really good idea. If it's already somewhere, I guess I sound stupid, but I couldn't find it on my first shot. Who runs this message board anyway?

I'm using a glass of water here and I don't have an iPhone or computer right now, so if I disappear on you, sorry! I don't know how long a glass of water can hold a connection, you know? I'm gonna try and find one really soon. [ 'cause it's not a great idea to make a video post here, right? the sooner she can switch to text, the better. ]

beautifulmemory

[With no image or video to accompany her, Mia feels free to speak clearly and easily. Haseo has so graciously surrendered his room as a shared living space for her, as well as his computer, so that she may discover what the mysterious number combination she knows is. He spoke to her briefly of it, and she asked him to make it free for her to access. Well, "asked", as much as a pushy cat can...]

This "voice dictation software" is quite useful. It gives me the access I've long lacked to this computer. And so I seem to be connected to something, with these strange numbers.

[Though it is unseen, she is swaying her tail back and forth quite happily, looking over the computer screen. She is so, so pleased that she is able to read as well as speak. It makes it much easier to immitate other things she has listened to and read.]

Hello, then, readers. Or are you listeners? I haven't entirely figured out the way this works. Many of you are talking of gathering together, preparing to fight. Or you are avoiding a fight, finding pain very much not worth the effort. Is the battle worth the fight?

There are many new strange things, in this world. I will be exploring them. But I will not fight. I'm sure there must be at least one of you that also will not fight, but will be curious enough to explore.

thorny

Who: Hikari, Blues, and a very special guest.
What: Blues tracks down Hikari to try and vent his buttmad over her being herself on his eye loss post. They get interrupted.
Where: Some park I guess.
When: Afternoon of the fifteenth.

( i'll put you on a bird's strong wing )

iustitia

Hello, everyone! My name is Tiresias, but those who really know me can call me Akrana Drakozar.

Since I was young, I was always plagued by the feeling that there was always something missing from my life. I kept getting weird flashes of memory and the odd sensation of phantom limbs. It was like I wasn't just me, but rather someone else -- perhaps even in a past life!

( i'm so sorry )

somesayinfire

Just in case these numbers actually do something, my name is Brooke Reynolds. I work in one of the funeral homes around here. In Locke City, I mean. I'm the cremator, specifically. I saw something weird when I was taking out the trash earlier. It was a cat, a regular-sized stray cat, but... this is going to sound crazy. It had two thumbs. Human thumbs, on its pads where its regular thumbs should be. (Do cats even have regular thumbs?)

I haven't told my boss about it yet because I actually want to have something to tell him. I don't know if I've been working too many late nights or if the new crematoria we just got are putting out, like, radioactive emissions or what. These numbers seem weird enough. Maybe weird things call to each other, or something like that, and whoever's reading this will know what I'm talking about. Here goes, on the off chance that I'm not typing into the abyss.

thorny

Assuming that the B grade horror theatrics are over, I'd like to move on to more discussable matters. I suppose you could take my oncoming question literally or metaphorically, depending on your perspective, although it doesn't matter so long as you have an answer for it.

What exactly does one do with a cat that formerly possessed a pair of hands and a glass full of unidentifiable dead creatures?

thepiisatruth

Who: Shawn Minamoto and OPEN!
What: A fellow has a project in mind and is off to gather supplies.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Here and there all throughout the city open to be accosted or approached anyplace; Locke City's Japantown after dark.

( I seen a thousand towns without an ounce of hot irony/It leaves me beggin' for aesthetics - please, offend someone sweet in front of me! )

coulrage

[The video feed is basically just a shot of his jaw, which is covered in little specks of minor burns. Interesting for those who know him offline, he's missing his makeup just for this.]

P-S-A, don't try to light sparklers with a cigarette. You get these little fuckers all over your face. [That chuckle betrays that he's still not exactly sober at the moment.] Y'all prob'ly know that but just in case.

enrages

[ The camera's pointed at a precious cutie scottie dog dressed in the most ridiculous dog outfit imaginable. The dog is currently licking its crotch. Karson's speaking from behind the camera. ]

Hey, network for assholes. Today's the most important day of the year, and I swear to god, if a single one of you is completely unaware of what day it is, I'm going to vomit all over this screen, and then, instead of guessing the day, you'll get to guess what I had for lunch.

So, you know what day it is today? It's America Day-- a day to celebrate the glorious freedom we could have if we'd all stop voting for Obama. A day to celebrate how, a fuckton of years ago, a bunch of powerful white men dressed in embarrassingly racist Native American costumes and wasted a lot of tea by dumping into a bay, killing all wildlife that might have lived there. It's to celebrate a revolution that was started by the murder of a freeman named Crispus Attucks, and it's to celebrate the first successful democracy ever created by a civilized nation. It's the day where we should all stand up for our rights and fight to bear arms!

[ The dog gets up and wanders over to Karson. He stops his rant for a moment to deliver a few pets. The dog promptly lies down and rolls over, demanding belly rubs. Karson delivers. ]

So get your fireworks, hold them high, and set that shit on fire--- except don't do it while it's in your hand, that's incredibly dangerous. Enjoy the light show tonight, and remember that thousands of people have died horrible, gangrene-filled deaths for freedom with a dash of democracy. God bless America, or whatever higher leveled deity you might worship.

hopediesalone

[Ok. Let’s just...try to figure this out. For a long time, Blues hasn’t been able to get these numbers out of his head. And recently, they’d come back in full force. His first thought’s to Google it, but instead he tosses open a new document on his laptop, kicks back in his seat, and types the access number in. the laptop's mic is active, so there's bits of ambient noise and keystroke sounds.]

41214000

cipher? not your basic alphanumeric cipher, fucking things can’t use zeroes and there are too many possibilities for the first five digits

can’t be a phone number.

zip code maybe, but then what’s with the zeroes?

musical notation? no that doesn’t make sense either

Hell, probably meaningless. You’re just putting off work by doing this anyway, Blues. ~~haha right like there’s any real work to do right now~~

a fixation on something useful would be nice?

[looks like he hasn’t quite figured it out yet. give him a second. then, a man's voice.]

The fuck...?

[Going silent for just a second.]

Someone's gotta be fucking with me here. Or not. Whatever. Can anyone even hear this? Ah, to hell with it.

[back to text]

hello world

betterlogoutand

So what is this, some kind of secret forum? Looks like I just cracked your password LOL, maybe you should get better security than typing a random number into a search engine.

Seriously, though, what is this? Some kind of roleplay board? My guess is either that or you're all crazy conspiracy theorists, going by what I've seen so far. I mean, come on, alien invaders trying to take over the planet? A spooky old guy in a cave going on about magic gemstones? You guys could at least TRY to be original here.

teuton

[ It's a small, plump girl nervously glancing at the camera. One hand twirls her hair endlessly, while the other stiffly holds the iphone. It takes her a while to speak, but when she does, her voice is endlessly soft, accented heavily. If you recognize a southern German accent, she is basically a stereotype of it. ]

Um... Hello, someone. I am not understanding... the making of film here... [ Her hand moves from her hair to try and indicate the screen. After a few moments, the English comes to her: ] on small-internet. Netverk? I had numbers, and it put me here? Who does make this? I... Sorry, sorry. But...

[ It seems she's losing her nerve. If it was possible for her voice to go quieter, it does. ]

My English isn't so good. I only want to say hello. And, um... Ask what this means? The netverk and... Sorry. [ Hand back to twirling her hair. It's obvious she's too nervous to continue. She glances away briefly before turning her video function off. ]

playerspooker

I'd ask if this was all some kind of weird joke or something, but it looks like people have beat me to that particular punch. Or is this some kind of online roleplaying thing? Maybe some kind of viral marketing thing for a movie? (If it is, whatever they did to get these freakin' numbers stuck in my head HAS to be illegal...)

lackinginfaith

*Kari's watched the network for the just-under-two-weeks she's been in town, like a creeper. But she may as well say something some time, and she takes out a pen and paper, writing something down.*

Let's say I believe you about all this. The world, the danger, the enemy, all of it. Everything you've done.

Convince me why I should work with people like you.

vanisland

[#ping (arbitrary number)

Invalid address. Proceed anyway? (y/n)

This was unprecedented. All of Miranda's IT experience told her it was impossible.

And yet, here it is. Now what could be so important to someone that it would be hidden like this...

Sadly, to her it appeared to be some sort of social network. ...okay, a kind of morbid social network, judging from some of the more recent posts. Still, she feels like it deserves some credit.]

Well, this is a surprise. No DNS registration and a completely new address format, and yet I've just stumbled over whatever this is.

Whoever is running this, congratulations on making something so well-hidden, but you might want to check the security a bit if anyone that finds it can just start posting.

healspec

[Ravi is attempting to do an internet search on the numbers through his browser, but the combined address/search bar means it logs him in to the network like a URL as soon as he hits enter.]

[He goes still and stares at it for a moment. This is not what he expected.]

[He spends a minute skimming back through posts, trying to get an idea of what this even is. It looks kind of like a reddit? Double-checks the URL, it's still that string of numbers without even an http:// in front. He opens google in a new tab and searches the number directly. The results page shows every result as a link to an individual post on the same network. ]

[Staring again.]

[Back to the first tab. More skimming.]

[Hmm.]

[Well it looks like posting is anonymous, so...]

This can't really be the internet.

There's not enough cat pictures.

hopeungovernable

[She had been relaxing at home, a cup of green tea in one hand and a laptop propped in front of her when the numbers seemed to come full force at her again. It was easy to type them out, a quick string on her screen--and it changed things.

The first few things she sees are just messages. Questions and answers about these numbers from people she's never met. But she presses past it. There's something about a mine and wills and suddenly Leola is not sure what she's stumbled into.

Her typing is hesitant at first.]

Did I stumble into a forum? I suppose I could have picked up the numbers from one of my students and this is an elaborate joke. A marketing campaign for a movie maybe? It's clever though I'm not sure what I'm supposed to get from this. A movie about people trapped in mines or something? Isn't that a little off? Too soon?

And really subliminal messaging was proven to be impossible despite what fiction leads you to believe. So I'm not sure how I came by these numbers. Perhaps you could enlighten me. Or I suppose I could just ignore whatever this is.

Classes are out for the summer, I think I'd rather read than get sucked into some silly forum goose chase.

coulrage

this is motha-fuckin-tight, yo. this network thing.
wassup with all the damn numbers tho? cant get them out of my head.
fuckin mIrAcLe, ain't it? guess these numbers are connectin people to each other n shit. spreadin the love.

damn tho i hope ther aint no police
kinda blazin like a motherfucker over here
yall adults r all cool, m i rite?

reckless_fire

Who: Kenji and OPEN
What: It's getting harder and harder to dodge that elephant--but he's giving it his best shot!
Where: On the pier at the beach
When: Saturday, June 22

( I could stand the sight of worms and look at microscopic germs, but technicolor pachyderms are really too much for me )

sweetas

[The voice is new, female and rather flustered.]

Whoa...did...? Oh--oh my gosh, it went through! It's work--er, um, sorry! I'm sorry, I'm being rude. Um, hello, my name is Candy, I'm calling because--well--I-I think I might have received this number accidentally some time ago? I just--er, at this point, I guess I'd just like to know whose number this is? I'm sorry, I know I'm rambling, but--yeah, that's about it.

...

...Hello? Is anyone there?

thorny

[the first thing that appears is a very elegant string of Japanese kanji. someone obviously doesn't give a fuck about this network's language abilities]

This is a literacy test. Do you pass?

[and then it (fortunately for you non-speakers) switches over to English before continuing onward]

An access code leading me to a secret forum? How quaint. I was almost expecting to be given a decoder ring for my troubles - or should I be expecting one in the mail now that I've made my presence known here?

But I suppose that doesn't matter very much. From what I've seen this board is filled with absolutely fascinating people of the highest intellectual caliber. I can see why we've all been thrown together here; every discussion I've seen has been absolutely riveting.

Hopefully my own contribution will be able to hold up to the impossible standards of my fellow readers. Prepare yourself, I'm about to launch the conversation topic!

How many of you are familiar with the Lolita style of fashion?

drama8om8

Ok. I have been TRYING to read up on what exactly the deal is here. But whoever is in charge of this shit sure isn't making it easy! Do you have aaaaaaaany idea how long I spent thinking this was some kind of dumb roleplaying forum for no-life losers that had been pre-installed on my awesome new phone or something? Do you know how long I spent Googling for a way to fix it? Or how many morons on tech help websites thought I was trolling or advertising for an incredibly convoluted and pointless ARG????????

BASICALLY I am saying that somebody needs to like. Fix that somehow. So people who are incredibly busy and have all the demands on their time don't have to spend eight billion years sifting through inane bullshit! GOD.

...Anyway, hi or whatever I guess. 8\

dorkytracksuit

so. any of you guys get animal crossing yet?

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