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[At first, Arlene thought the number belonged to that guy from the party. Alex or whateverhisface. Perhaps it's lucky the network popped up before she wrote the message she was going to; asking the numbered at large on a date would have been awkward.]

Wow you guys really believe this stuff, don't you.

[Totally sincere and not backhanded at all. Really. What, can't you tell her tone from her typing?]

Okay. So how do I get my own superpowers?

[That actually is asked out of genuine interest, although if she'd bothered to read just a bit more, she'd have an answer to that question.]

phoenix_temple

Okay so. Question. For everyone.

I'm kind of freaking out a little bit? Because the other day I really and actually kind of saved my least favorite person in school when she kind of got cut because she sent me on a stupid dare (don't do a stupid dare when you know it's in a bad area. That's common sense, but she is really annoying tbf). But it was with some stupid spell like in old action shows where you had to yell out your attacks and this is decidedly not normal.

I mean it's not violent, so it's okay right? I can help people with it and it's useful right? Except I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with a spell that can make someone unstabbed.

And I am really freaking out because I do not understand what the fuck wind has to do with making people unstabbed.

Healing. The word is healing except that sound so stupid like something from some kind of fantasy movie or comic or game or something omg. But like. What if my mom finds out???

I feel obligated to do something good with it but I don't know what or how I mean come on I'm only 17 and this is a lot of responsibility and I haven't slept in like two days because what if I wake up with wings or gills or I torch my room in my sleep or something.

poisonousflame

( off-network )

[The screen is dark, camera currently covered by a hand. When Axel speaks, his voice is calm and measured.]

Alright, Numbers Club. Let's see if any of you know.

[The hand moves, and the camera struggles to focus on ... something. It's not human, that's for sure. The combination of bad lighting and a slightly shaking camera makes it a little tough to see, but eventually, the creature comes into view. It bobs gently, appearing to be floating slightly above the ground. The four blades on each arm look like they're colored slightly different than the rest of it.

[Look closer: it's blood.

[Axel speaks again. Despite the slight shakiness of his hand, his voice is still stubbornly calm.]

What the fuck is this thing?

darkinferno

It's during his cursory skype call with his parents that Dante accesses the network for the first time, typing the numbers in while he's got no other escape. He can't help the look of surprise that crosses his face when the network appears before him, but they either don't notice or don't question, and he doesn't offer any information as to what's distracting him the rest of the call. But his parents do try to keep involved in his life, and it's almost a full half-hour later before Dante finally disconnects.

By this point he's read enough. He flexes his fingers over the keyboard, half-habit, half-hesitation, then types into what he feels like must be the abyss, but appears to be much less expansive.]

Numbers, huh? Numbers, aliens, gardeners, and conspiracies.

You know, if you're trying to convince people that all of this is for real, you're doing a piss-poor job of it. Whatever happened to easing into it, instead of throwing newcomers into the deep end?

[His text sounds a lot more casual than he really is. Dante doesn't necessarily believe all this nonsense about the Secret Numbers Club and all that, but damn if it isn't an intricate piece of work. He pauses before adding anything more. Is he really planning on drinking this kool-aid?

...Shit. He wasn't going to ask. But he read the FAQ posts a little more carefully than he did when he was skimming while skyping, and it's been niggling at him for some reason. He's going to ask. He has no idea why he's humoring all this.]

Has anyone found out what happens if a Vermini infects one of... you guys?

poisonousflame

Who: Axel, Phillip, and YOU.
Where: A local large theatre company (currently unnamed)
When: NOW through Christmas Day
What: It's that time of year! Theatres across the country are putting on A Christmas Carol, and this one is no exception. Open to all characters who feel like seeing a play!

( Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. )

adorabastard

[The handwriting that appears is dark, as though someone's pressing very hard with their pen. It's hastily written, making it barely legible at points.]

robots and aliens????

ROBOTS and ALIENS

That's the last time I listen to anything that man says. "Write it down," he said. "It'll make you feel better," he said.

that WORTHLESS piece of

[There's just. A bunch of scribbles here. They probably tried to be words, but they're just ... not.

[A minute or so passes before more words appear. The handwriting isn't so dark anymore, and it's definitely neater. Looks as though someone calmed down.]

All I want to know is this: why did the buzzing suddenly stop?

[Why not ask? It's not like the rest of these people are sane.]

phoenix_temple

Silly question. Totally unimportant.

If these pulses or whatever are parts of another life, right? And some people have super powers or... whatever, right?

Does anyone remember doing anything totally awful? Like is anyone a destroyer of worlds or serial killer or stuff like that? I don't care or anything, I mean it's not like it's who you are now, I'm just wondering if that's a thing. I need to figure out the range of what's possible here to brace myself. Just in case--like I don't want to suddenly remember bathing in blood and have a heart attack.

phoenix_temple

[There's a long deep sigh, like the sound of someone trying to calm herself down long enough to approach this logically. And that's when the blonde pops up onto the screen wearing her best irritated scowl.]

Look, I don't know what's going on here, and frankly, I don't want to know either. If I hadn't caught this stupid headgame off of Anthony, I am sure I'd be fine, but no he got his crazy germs on me and now I can't sleep because there is a scene out of a bad romcom playing in my head and I have headaches from repeating numbers that shouldn't mean anything. I am trying to keep my nose out of things and this isn't helping.

I know life-threatening circumstances can bring about repressed memories and that's all my sister has been saying all day, but that isn't what's going on here, and someone has to be messing with me. So I'd appreciate it if someone would tell me what is going on and how to get this to go away before I start feeling like I'm really insane and my mom carts me off to a nuthouse.

poisonousflame

[For a few moments, there's silence. Then:

[BEEP. BEEP BEEP. BEEP.

[That would be someone pressing buttons on their phone. It stops after those beeps, thankfully: there's the sound of rustling, then—

[BEEEEEEEEP.

[... One last for the road.]

... Huh. That's new.

ursoreckless

[nope. he's not exactly okay. while he looks okay and isn't doing much of the drinking or smoking he had been before, he is still a little more restless and freaked, but why he couldn't quite tell anyone. which is probably why he opens up this feed to ask the people of this world what they think. since he can't actually ask anyone in his family about this stuff.]

I should've figured that I would get more gun-related things popping up, but I think some of these memories are getting weird.

[he huffs and shakes his head.] No, I mean I'm getting weird with the memories. Like they are changing me.

Like this last one. I'm running a gang and we go after these people and for some reason we end up fighting them. I'm killing the other guys since none of them move as good as I can... I'm dodging bullets and shooting them out and then stealing all their stuff while they're bleeding all over and...

I guess what I'm trying to say is that it doesn't bother me as much as it should. Killing people should be a big thing, but I just...

[he really is not a fan of trying to say things in English; it sounds like a bunch of nonsense and he frowns at the camera, huffs and runs a hand through his hair.]

I guess I really was yakuza in a past life.

ninthmelody

[Hello, network. Your newest newb is sitting here, poking at the camera with a frown. Anyone who frequents Locke City High School might recognize him as the band teacher... and those who frequent the city’s alternative music scene might recognize him as the guitarist from some local band.]

Um... anyone want to tell me why there’s a webcam in my gradebook? ‘Cause, uh. This is actually kind of freaky. If this is what those numbers do then I’d like to erase them from my head now, please. Glad I didn’t write them on my hand... how would that even work?

theearth

Who: Any and all!
Where: The site of Tuning Towers (and/or en route accordingly), at the heart of the business district in Locke City's downtown.
When: September 22nd and onward.
What: Following that mysterious buzzing sound to its strongest point! Perhaps you made plans with numbered associates for a trip downtown, or perhaps you went a-wandering alone to follow the noise yourself - surely you'll hardly be the only one.

( THE BUZZING INTENSIFIES. )

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Entries tagged with kingdom hearts: demyx

first strike | text (smartphone) | open

January 02 | Text

03 ❧ video; iphone

01 ✭ text; typed

A Christmas Carol

01 ♔ handwritten

handwritten text;

video;

01 ❧ audio; iphone

video {iphone}

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[General Log] Tuning Towers, Sept. 22 onward.