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[hello, network! Rachel's got her laptop off to the side and a camera mounted in front of her and that is...certainly a deck of tarot cards being weave-shuffled on their own. just because no one else is in the room, she's got a cigarette dangling out of her mouth.]

Thanks to some people, and they know who they are... [she takes a drag on the cig, dropping off some ash into the tray.] I feel like doing readings. Who wants one? It's fun.

[well. that's simple enough.]

chernobolt

[Kara's staring seriously into the camera when it clicks on, hair pulled up into a messy bun and arms spread business-like across her desk. on her left is an impressive stack of children's valentines (you know the kind, the ones with cartoon characters you buy in boxes for the class party) and on her right is an equally impressive bag of fun size chocolate.]

Greetings, fellow clubmates! I am sorry to be taking up your attention like this, but considering the date I am afraid that it cannot be avoided.

[the way she's speaking makes it seem like this is a life or death scenario, but then she keeps going and...]

In only a few days' time the Day of Valentines will be upon us! We do not celebrate such a holiday at home, but I have done the research on it and know very well that not receiving an affectionate greeting card can cause irreparable damage to one's soul and ruin lives!

[that's how it seemed in the many, many movies she watched that touched on the subject, at least]

I do not wish for my dear Numbered friends to suffer such a tragic fate! There were a great deal of charming cards and sweets on sale which I have taken the liberty of purchasing, and I implore you to allow me to write you at least one of them!

We may arrange for a drop-off point if you are leery of having your identity revealed, but please do not let pride keep you from accepting it! There is only so much time in which I can make these deliveries. I promise that my penmanship is excellent and any good tidings I write will stave off the horrible life-crushing feelings!

radiantchicken

I got to thinking, there are a lot of us animals on this network. I think it would be good if we could all meet in person somehow.

[Even if the cat probably still wants to eat him.]

Being an intelligent animal can be hard if you want to stay one step ahead of the humans who might want to put you back in a zoo or something like that. There are things you need to keep in mind!

Plus, some of us have been intelligent for longer than others, and some of us might know things that others don't. We can share information on things we've figured out! Like I know how to ride the bus and to read maps. I can teach you in case you get lost! We should stick together and pool our resources!

The only problem is to figure out where and how to meet. We need a place to use as our base of operations! I'd volunteer Thomas's apartment, but I don't know how hard it would be for the horses to get into the building and use the elevator.

bibliofilo

Who: Kavi Verma (

verbalization) & Magdalene de Leon (

bibliofilo)
When: 2/10
Where: Maggie's home
What: The two make chocolates in preparation for Valentines.

( unless it is a friend with chocolate. )

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.

mysteltinn

[Tonight on the network, instead of a webcam or phone call, Owen tries to get creative:

A screen is up that looks like a video game of all things. Those who are into those kinds of things would probably recognize it at once as a MMO screen. Off to the lower left is the classic chat window]

Private Chat Channel 4.

( Cut cuz long and stupid )

allformii_ko

[Your favorite talking cat is on the Network today, Numbers Club. And to say she looks upset is... an understatement, really.

It doesn't look like she's indoors. Actually, it looks an awful lot like the Dead District...]

There's weird people who smell weird here and I can't find the way back.

[At least she has the sense to keep her voice quiet, even if it's distraught.]

I don't like this place. I want to go home again. But I don't know where it is!

((OOC: People are free to either find or stumble upon her as they wish. Just note that unless she knows for sure your character is on the network, she will refuse to speak around them!))

siesinddasessen

Who: Blaine, Killian, Akito, Gabriel, Julien, Soren, Skyler, Magdalene, Sho, Neku, Gerald, more tba
What: Log for Children Are Dumb, The Plot. A few NPC children have gone to search for Karate Bugman in the underground. Cue a numbered rescue mission, since the unnumbered authorities are unfit...
Where: The underground & the outskirts of the dead district.
When: January 15th

Please thread freely with each other and NPC the children and the Blood Keys yourselves. There are short descriptions of the children at the bottom of the the plot post.

Please don't reply to the post itself, reply to the thread starters that will be up in a moment.

espigeonage

[Julien considered making another text post. In the end it's audio, his voice heavy with resignation but calm. You would not know he had a breakdown over this.]

So you know, Numbers Club, Doctor Aaron Strider's gone off-network. Again. Looks like it happened a couple days ago. Somehow, the athelas plants are still around, but none of the other stuff. I'll have to test to see if they still have their - properties.

[he sighs, careful not to let it get too deep.] I know we have this... unwritten policy of just letting people be when this happens, let them get on with normal lives. But I talked to him last time about what's going on. I talked to him again now, and honestly I'm going to keep him informed when I can. I'll swear by whatever you want that he's not going to the police with anything, and he doesn't really share information period. Well, we know that. [A tinge of bitterness showed there, just for a second.]

If you can't go to a normal hospital or wherever, you can still come here, to the LSR. Doesn't matter if he's in or not.

bibliofilo

Who: Magdalene de Leon (

bibliofilo) & OPEN
When: January 5-9
Where: Various places, different times.
What: Meet Maggie for the first time, or have a chat with an acquaintance or friend. That is nothing in particular.

( Read more )

siesinddasessen

Listen up.

Especially you, Sho, because this is entirely your fault. [Yup, she's saying this here because of reasons. Just wait a moment.] Remember telling those kids about your Karate Bugman superhero guy on Halloween?

Guess whom they went to catch now. [If this was voice, she would just sound really tired now. Not because she has slept so much, because this is a whole different kind of stress than what she handles normally, even more when she thinks of what will have to happen the next day...] They have been missing since around three. Police and cohorts are useless as usual, but I've been able to track those little pests down. Sometimes you just need to ask the right people the right questions. [Even when that is expensive. She will never admit to how she has actually not only put time but also money into locating those little brats. ...and is going to put in even more. If anyone asks, it is because she fears that she'll get in trouble if they vanish, since it was her who encouraged their speculations about this superhero. It's what she's telling herself.]

Anyway. They seem to have concluded that bugs live in the sewers, and have last been seen entering and inside sewers and subway tunnels and similar exciting places. The last localization that I have is an hour old and in one of the less-used subway tunnels. We know what that means. They need to be gotten out of there quickly, and civilians are hardly the best choice for that. [Not only because she doesn't want to get into any contact with police, or answer questions. Also because she heavily doubts that they would be as effective or even be inclined to do something, if it interferes with plans... after all none of the children have parents, or parents of power, behind them.]

Me and Sho, who will obviously take responsibility and go down there, will meet up at William Street Station tomorrow at seven. Look for a van blasting the Tinymon theme. Everyone who wants to see those little pests not being eaten by moving snake statues on their watch, report there, and as quickly as possible.

Because there's no space for useless people here, and the numbers should make sense and such. We need fighters. Then people who can handle and calm down kids, and also carry at least one. And also someone who can heal. Lastly, someone who can drive the van [just don't ask her why she has one and how it got there if she needs a driver] and will wait with it at the surface for us in case we end up somewhere where we have to get away from quickly. Everyone who comes down there with us needs to be prepared to the best of their abilities, even if they are assigned to handling the kids.

[OOC: Please, if your character participates, have them check in here so they can figure out ICly what their task will be and such.

~~While the rescue mission has enough participants to work now, ~~up to two~~ one fighter can still be added if someone wants their character in, so don't feel shy, they're welcome!~~ All slots are now full. The information post for this player-plot is here.

And The log is up!]

bibliofilo

Who: Davin Caster (

dorkytracksuit) & Magdalene de Leon (

bibliofilo)
When: Jan 4
Where: Online
What: These two have been guild mates going on a year now. Time they find out they are both embroiled in the same mess.
Warnings: N/A

( Live frugally on surprise. )

toobig

Hi, uh, everyone.

[Bertholdt's never broadcasted his voice to the Network before, but he sounds the same to anyone who'd know him, probably, despite sounding a bit more nervous than usual.]

I haven't posted on here in a while, I guess... things have been busy. I hope everyone had a good Christmas. Er, holiday you celebrate. Or don't celebrate. Whatever.

[He swallows, and there's a sound of his fingers tapping against something.]

I guess I just wanted to... check up on everyone. Things have been... really bad lately, so...

But I guess good things... can come out of this whole thing too, sometimes. [His voice grows sheepish.] Ryan and I... are engaged now. S-so there's that.

It's my birthday too, so... I'm just glad I managed to live another year, you know? All of this is awful, but...

[He trails off, before he clears his throat and tries to focus.]

Just-- I hope everyone is doing okay.

mood2wiingiing

uh guy2 ii thiink daviin2 iin trouble hii2 mom ju2t 2howed up and ii2 draggiing hiim two 2ome exorcii2t or 2omethiing, thii2 ii2 really bad.
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schild

Who: Network folks who are in Locke for Xmas
Where: A community center (let's say it's the same one from the first aid thing)
When: Backdated to December 23
What: Christmas/Holiday Party!
Warnings: Shenanigans? Kissing?

( There's mistletoe inside, you know you want some. )

youngestone

[Another video from Killian that doesn't start with his face. This one starts with all the work he picked up in his last post spread out on a table, ready and waiting. A few pieces are wrapped but he's out of paper so.

For a week's work, it's all pretty damn fancy (and vaguely Celtic/Norse in design). Cheap materials, but fancy. His bow from before is also on the table and a set of armguards are on top of it. The bow is obviously not modern. The guards are, however.]

If you placed an order with me last week, it's done. Just tell me when you want me to deliver it or when you want to pick it up or who I should mail it to.

[He sounds much better than he did last week. He shifts the camera so he's in view.]

And...thanks to anyone who commissioned stuff. With all this and a few other sales I had more than enough to cover Mom's funeral. Which, um, was yesterday.

[Yep, still hurting from that. It takes a moment before he can speak again]

Anyway, sometime during all of this I got that bow on the table there [and here he picks it up] and I was wondering if anyone knows a place I could get arrows for it that won't ask where I got it or if anyone's had an arrow-making pulse recently or something.

bibliofilo

Who: Alexa Vasko (

blind_devotion) & Maggie de Leon (

bibliofilo)
When: Backdated Dec 11
Where: Within the city, near Blood Key territory.
What: Alexa and Maggie have an unfortunate run in with some Blood Keys.

( created by a lack of alcohol )

bibliofilo

Who: Kavi Verma (

verbalization) & Magdalene de Leon (

bibliofilo).
What: After several encounters with the Blood Key and the return of a certain echo, Maggie is feeling a little uncertain.
Where: Beginning at the LSR Clinic
When: After the earthquake, Dec 11

( always rebounds upon oneself )

wastingtime

There are some essays and blog posts being shared on the web, through various mediums like Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook; all the usual sort, really. On the surface they're only so different from the other essays and blogposts about some vague threat on the horizon, but what's interesting about these is that they're getting out there. And for the Numbers club in particular, those who read them may find things being quite familiar.

( THE CHILDREN'S WAR )

( A IS FOR ASSAULT )

( THUNDERCLOUDS )

All of them have the same author; "Gabriel Alder". Research into him (or her?) may find that (other than the various results on Google) a few antiwar essays were written in the 60s & 70s under that name (with a similar writing style, no less), and further research may show that it's also the name of an American soldier who died during WWII- but other than that it seems to have no particular connection to one thing or another.

((OOC; Feel free to comment as if you were commenting online on the webpages or w/e! If you missed the original OOC post, it's here, and I'm totally cool with backdating/handwaving others helping to set this up~))

bibliofilo

Who: Bertholdt Fubar (

toobig) & Magdalene de Leon (

bibliofilo)
When: Morning of 12/10/13
Where: Bertholdt's apartment.
What: After a rather delayed return on her manuscript, Maggie decides to check in on her editor and friend to make sure he is okay.

( is making a chore for the reader who reads )

youngestone

[The video isn't focused on Killian's face right away, just his lap. There's a bow (like the ones you shoot) sitting in it, and he's playing with it for a few minutes before he finally turns the video up to his face. It's only focusing on his profile but he still looks like shit.

About like he's been crying, actually. When he speaks he sounds like he's been crying, too]

There...um. The clinic--

[It's really hard to speak. He tries again]

My...mom and I were in the DD earlier and she...she got shot by the Blood Keys. I got her to LSR but she...

[He can't say it, clenching his eyes shut and taking a few moments to recover before continuing]

Um. Yeah. So if...if I'm not, uh, around then...that's. That's why. To help pay...you know, all that stuff, I'm--I got a pulse a bit ago and I can make really fancy jewelery now. [He reaches over and grabs a sample, holding it up to the camera while not looking at it. It's made from the stuff you get at a craft store but it's pretty intricate.] If...anyone wants one, or a bracelet or something, I can make one.

[He hesitates a little longer before reaching over to cut the video]

bibliofilo

[After going through the network a bit Maggie is well. A touch unsettled. More than a touch, really. This is voice only since she isn't about to go showing her face off to anyone. She's booted up a voice modifier on her laptop for extra caution--though that may make it a touch difficult to differentiate between the two people speaking.]

So. This isn't the first time my friend and I have come across this thing. Personally speaking I was a little freaked out about it.

[ Kavi is not much better off. he has no issue with the extra precautions taken. they do not know what this is really all about. no reason to take further risks by revealing their identities so quickly. ]

Not to mention that everything that we've read so far is... It's a little hard to believe it's not some elaborate prank or hoax.

Given how this [What to even refer to it as] network? Is accessed, and some of the things we have read we've been able to figure out that it isn't so. So I guess what we're seeking are answers, if anyone is willing to share them.

Answers and maybe assurance that we are not losing our minds. [ chuckle. this is nerve wracking! ]

Yea that. That would be nice. [Her laugh is more just a unsure huff.]

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?

entertainaplanb

...What earthly good does it do me to know Ben Franklin's lightning rod boosts the energy level of anything you connect to it? How can a lightning rod even do that?

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.

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...)

dorkytracksuit

[Making a video post is pretty rare for Davin, but rather than risk looking like an idiot by typing weird, he's decided to just be his extremely awkward self on video instead. Have I mentioned he's yellow? Because he's yellow, very Jaundiced looking.]

So last time I got a bunch of people together from here, we all got attacked by those animals. I guess that doesn't make sense to all of you, but.. With the fourth coming up I figured that.. I should at least remind people, it's not always safe to go out in large groups.

That being said, if you've got any kind of weird physical defect going on because of whats happened, or. I dunno if you're a stray animal without a home or something, there's a space at my place?

Having to be alone on holidays kind of sucks, so I thought it might be nice if you don't want to be by yourself for whatever reason.

[And then he has to look away, cause he really does hate being recorded in anyway. There's only a short second before he mumbles again, while still looking away.]

And before someone mentioned pooling money to buy a safehouse or something. I think I found a cheap place, a kind of warehouse loft place, if anyone is still interested in helping with that.

Let me know.

[And then after a few more moments of silence, the recording ends.]

[please see here for text response permissions]

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.

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Entries tagged with homestuck: the disciple

five for silver | video;

02 ☄ video

3rd Bravery | Video

There is nothing better than a friend

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late Feb.1-early feb.2 | computer text/video/idek

[Video]; Third Note

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[Voice]

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text; posted to the network around 2am on the 15th.

Expect nothing.

008M | voice;

eight // text - backdated to the afternoon of 12/23

open;

[Video; Laptop]

Reality is an illusion

Violence, even well intentioned

OFF NETWORK

So the writer who breeds more words than she needs

[Video; Laptop] Forward-dated to Wednesday, December 11th evening

(16) pre earthquake, maybe by 20-15 or so minutes beforehand

1st ♌ page ► voice

02 | text (via laptop)

text - smartphone

two; video

A QUESTION! What's Going On Here? [Text]

(7) a warning and a suggestion

001 ♌ [Text | Laptop]