savetheearth | Entries tagged with kingdom hearts: sora

Who: Raye and some piece of trash she found behind a 7-11 last Wednesday.
When: Last Wednesday.
Where: Behind a 7-11.
What: Raye finds a piece of trash.
Warnings: Skyler is his own warning. I hope that together they will create an entirely new and exciting warning never seen before by Locke City.

( i shoot the lights out )

swissarmyjesus

[He's been holding off on making a post here for a while now. He's mainly lurked since he first connected in January and saw people plotting Blood Key murders, but after Wise Snake he has too many questions and not enough people to talk to about this stuff.]

I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say you guys weren't the ones who unleashed that giant snake thing on the city. It doesn't look like it based on what you're all saying on the news, anyway. (Nice costumes, by the way.) I guess I should just feel lucky my house is still standing, even though there are rescue teams camping out here and shutting down half the roads.

Just two questions: Anyone got any idea what caused all this in the first place? There's no way some giant snake monster went all Godzilla on everything out of nowhere.

Second, I know we're all getting these 'echoes' that are dropping giant robots on people left and right, but this is different. This isn't something I own, this is something I can do.

[to better illustrate his point, he switches to video. He makes sure his face is out of frame first (he doesn't trust you THAT much, guys) and backs up several steps, so that only his arm is in view against the wall behind him. Then, with a whining noise, metal erupts out of his arm to form one of these. After flexing the fingers for a few seconds, the machine folds back into his perfectly fleshy, human arm. He walks back over to the screen and shuts off the video.]

Is this all still normal 'echo' stuff or should I be getting checked out at the magical superpower hospital?

strikeraid

i'm looking for a lot of people and i know a lot of you guys are too
maybe instead of jacking up the network with a thousand I'M HERE DON'T WORRY posts we could try
keeping them all in the same post or something idk
maybe make a check in??
make it so even if you haven't seen someone and they're not answering messages someone else can say they have and we can try and figure out where they went from there
idk
i know a lot of us are trying to stay hidden so it's probably not gonna help if we start putting up descriptions of ourselves but it's kind of an emergency? maybe we could just use our numbers instead idk

[ FEELING INCREASINGLY STUPID. Organizing shit is not his strong point, he's honestly hoping someone else takes the idea from him. ]

[ private, individual network texts to: Helene, Chuck, Kara. ]

yo
still alive

[ /private ]

[ private, individual network texts to: Karl, Kotetsu. ]

are you okay

[ /private ]

[[ ooc: there's no rush on these! :) please feel free to leave a generic starter or ignore if you don't know how things panned out for your characters. tags may be slow for a few hours. if this ends up happening, threadjacking is key. ]]

gh0stly

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

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

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

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

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

OOC: Aria is now a ghost as a result of her death; you can find the OOC post about it HERE. Due to this she can only be physically seen by those who have echoed back the ability to see spirits, and her voice can only be heard by those who have echoed back the ability to hear spirits. She will therefore only be communicating through text for the forseeable future (thanks to being a psychic who can manipulate objects without the need for physical contact). Please feel free to opt out of the color and quirk HERE, and I will drop either or both for you; Aria will drop it if asked ICly as well. If a character has the ability to see and hear her, however, she may use voice or video. I'll be doing an action/log post sometime later this month for those characters to run into her. ]

keywarding

[It's Holly again! This time without questions! Behind her is a living room, a brunette boy is running around behind her and there is definitely smoke in the house.

No fire alarm yet though.]

So! I found out how to use the card! It just-

[From behind her Skyler's voice can be heard. "Aaaw - I - Holly, could you tell it to stop wandering around. I was just through here a second ago." Her head turns to look for the card, the fiery form of a boy appears behind her as she looks away from it.]

I'm not really sure it listens to me? Ah! Um! Please don't go near the couch Firey, please?

[The view of her video goes to the couch more, the fiery figure floating above the couch with a mischievous look on it's face.

Skyler's voice comes again, this time closer. "... It's not listening. Yo, buddy, seriously? I will stick you in a car wash and pay for the longest cycle, I swear to god." The card hovers before heaving a sigh and quickly there's a bit of a flash of light before it reverts back to it's card form and floats across the room over to Holly who sighs in relief.]

Thank gosh. Oh oh, the curtains, Skyler! [It seems they reignited just before the card switched forms, maybe one last trolling before giving up?]

spellfire

WHO; Helene + Skyler
WHAT; Backdated to the Saturday before Wise ~~Snack~~ SNAKE (I think?)
WHAT; Weekly sparring is taking place on a roof. THIS CAN'T GO BADLY AT ALL.

( when you stick in the knife )

theearth

Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]

[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

strikeraid

WHO: A cyborg (

strikeraid), a magical girl (

keywarding), half a ghost (

gogoghostpowers), and a psychic (

needsmorezippers) walk into a mall...
WHEN: Backdated to Wednesday, 02/26.
WHERE: Mall. The Mall.
WHAT: A punchline to the joke that will hopefully involve a slap heard 'round the world.
WARNINGS: Actual death threats. As usual, Skyler is his own warning.

( and i don't hold my tongue and i don't back down to no one )

ghostly_heiress

[The writing is neat, and thankfully, perfectly legible.]

Oh no. You’re all here again.

At least I assume there’s a group of people? There’s quite a bit of different writing here. Some of the writing looks like it was written by a keyboard instead of by hand. Though there appears to be videos, so I suppose those were actually be a keyboard?

Might there be someone to tell me I’m not crazy? I wrote the number down in my diary when everything suddenly appeared. I’m still not sure where it landed after that. I tried it out on post it notes, the back of a textbook, and now I’m on a notepad.

All of you keep appearing.

I think someone even put up a new post while I was doing all that.

I'm not sure I should be here. People say the internet is dangerous, I'm not sure if this could be at all safer.

duette

[ For a moment, the video opens on a topsy-turvy blend of skyscraper angles and sky. The owner of the phone has it pointed straight up, and the image shakes violently. From off-screen, there's a wash of brightness obscuring the lens. And the sound of glowing. Does glowing make a sound? Well, it sure does now. #ANIMULYFE

It steadies very briefly, and the owner manages to choke out a sort of awful whine-hiccup-sob noise. ]

— I... I need help. R-Right now!

[ A familiar voice, even as she has to grind the plea out, because haha, asking for help. She manages to turn the phone on herself; Harper is on the other end, but there's remarkable differences. First, she's lit up like the fourth of July. Her hair is flowing out behind her, several feet of it, and she has one arm protectively clutched over her chest, where the source of light is coming from. Some kind of brooch, spewing out incandescent white ribbons that she's trying to prevent from getting all over the place. It's not working very well. When she opens her eyes to finally address the network directly, they're insanely bright, edged in tears.

But make no mistake, Harper isn't sad. She's pissed. ]

This thing won't stop glowing, and — I-I accidentally hit someone and broke his face, just a little, but I didn't mean to! I'm really, really strong... [ She winces as the light circles her head, poofing a cute ribboned headband out of nowhere. It does not help her stay calm. ] ...and I don't know why! I don't know anything, if someone saw me like this, o-or why I'm glowing. Oh my god, am I radioactive? What do I do?!

[ Her lip quivers. Never has someone sitting in a pile of magic ribbons and glitter looked so miserable. ]

I want my brother... now!

[ Cure Rhythm, everyone. ]

strikeraid

Who: Skyler (

strikeraid), Harper (

duette), mmmaybe Dallen (

decelerate), Chuck (

swissarmyjesus), and Danny (

gogoghostpowers)
When: Today, 02/17, around 4 pm; then today, 02/17, later in the evening; then tomorrow, 02/18, right after school.
Where: In order: Somewhere in the Business District, then somewhere in the Dead District, then like... at school or something I'M GONNA ROLL WITH IT
What: Someone tries to kill him (by accident), he tracks down a certain Key, he tries to kill someone (on purpose).

[ Someone is having a very busy Monday and Tuesday. Let us count the ways. ]

( THE ONE WHERE HE GETS PUNCHED IN THE FACE BY A PRECURE. WITH CHOCOLATE. )

( THE ONE WHERE HE TRACKS DOWN A KEY AND PROBABLY GETS MORE DICK JOKES THROWN HIS WAY )

( PLEASE STOP TRYING TO KILL PEOPLE )

allformii_ko

[There's a new girl on the Network - or at least, that's what it looks like at first. Two poofy pigtails on either side of her head in a darkish color, and some light, simple clothes that aren't particularly suited for the current weather... She appears to be curled up in an alleyway somewhere, her eyes filled with tears.]

Elly can't see the Network anymore. She told me I can't talk to anyone who can't see the Network, b-but that means I can't talk to her, either!

[Her voice, however - that may be familiar to some. Is that...

Mimi?]

I-I finally figured out how to turn into a human, but now I can't talk to Elly! I wanted-- I wanted to be like her, but...

If I can't talk to her anymore, what's the point-?

[Her voice is stammering, filled with half-sobs, her shoulders bouncing with the effort of trying to keep her breathing even. And with the cold as it is... It's surprising she isn't freezing out there to begin with.

At this rate, it might take a bit before she can explain things more clearly.]

strikeraid

WHO: Skyler (

strikeraid) and Kotetsu (

earnedmystripes) + Barnaby (

whiterabbit_dot_obj)
WHEN: It's like 2am on a Thursday night/Friday morning on Valentine's day fuckin awful + The ~*morning after*~ or... no..t.......
WHERE: Kotetsu's front doorstep moving inwards. Into the apartment. Just the apartment. In case there was. uh.
WHAT: Insomnia. Seriously. That's it. Also, Barnaby pays a visit.
WARNINGS: ~*Stupid Teenage Cyborg Problems*~ and ~*Scruffy Copdad Feelings*~

( can you help me unravel my latest mistake )

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!

spellfire

( various scenarios because i've promised people some scenes and others i just want to play with and let's just do it all at once yo )

youngestone

[This is probably the first time Killian's ever not used his webcam to make a Network post with his laptop but he really, really doesn't want to deal with people asking if he's okay right now. He knows he looks exhausted and like he's been crying and he is so very sick of that right now. He can at least keep his voice semi-normal.]

Hey, anyone here know a program or something that'll let me use a scanner and copy papers and pictures and stuff? Going through Mom's things, finally, and...I kinda want to keep some of this stuff in good condition, you know? Send some of the pictures to relatives and stuff. If anyone knows a good place to get stuff framed, that'd be great too.

[He nearly asks if anyone else has ever had to deal with what he found out but he figures that the answer would be a resounding "no" because seriously his life is a freaking soap opera.]

Oh, uh, it's been a while since I asked last but what with new people popping on all the time I figured it can't hurt to try again. Anyone recognize the names Rivendell, Bag End, Gandalf, or Bilbo Baggins? They're from pulses.

[Those, he thinks, might get better results than the other names he recognizes since Aaron knew the first one and gave him the pulses for Bag End and Gandalf]

( Private Texts Sent to: Skyler, Chloe, and Shou )

gogoghostpowers

[Wow, who is this kid?? It sure ain't Danny, that's for sure. No, this is the ugly mug of another network high schooler.]

I figure it's only fair to be completely honest with you guys, network and all, so. I just want to give everyone here fair warning...

[He pulls out a permanent marker and uncaps it. With one hand pushing up his hair, the other hand draws smoothly, elegantly all over his forehead.]

( kinda NSFW-ish image under here )

...my name is Skyler Veracruz and I'm a gigantic douche!

((OOC: If you play a girl who attends Locke High, feel free to assume that "Skyler" tried flirting with her (horrendously) in the past hour or two before this post.))

gogoghostpowers

Who: Danny, Skyler, and some Unfortunate Ladies (right now just Lily)
When: 2/5
Where: Locke High
What: Grand Theft Skyler
Warnings: dumb shitty teenagers being dumb and shitty. also, terrible flirting.

strikeraid

WHO: Skyler (

strikeraid) and YOU. And some of you in particular.
WHEN: Saturday, February 1st (with one backdate to January 31st because I forgot I had plans whoops). Various times throughout the day!
WHERE: Various locations around the business district unless otherwise indicated.
WHAT: The Blood Key has a day off. He will never want a day off again after this.
WARNINGS: Innocent hairfluffings that lead to extremely gory consequences, running into old high school bullies (but not in the way you'd expect). General warning for Skyler being himself.

[A] ( Friday, 4 pm, Text message to Killian's phone: Closed! )

[ What with the recent gang-wide announcement to lay low and reduce their presence for a while, Skyler has found himself with his first Saturday off from general delinquency in quite a while! Let's see how he spends his magical day off. ]

[B] ( 12 noon to 2 pm, Bohemian District, Forest Park, Mall: Open! )

[C] ( 2 pm to 5 pm-ish, the Starbucks in the Business District: Closed to Karl! )

[D] ( 5 pm-ish to 6 pm-ish, Japantown: Open! )

[E] ( 7 pm, Taco Bell: Closed to Arlene! )

[[ ooc: as always, meeting skyler will count as a passive meeting with a blood key if you haven't gotten a blood key echo yet! i will be a bit busy all day today, but my activity should pick up tomorrow. thank you for your patience! ]]

pumpkinbutt

so are you all la/rpers or what

youngestone

[Killian is grinning! For once! He's excited and really this is just great]

Guess who's got a second job?

[He jerks his thumb towards his chest]

You know that kinda-big hardware store, Thorsson's? Apparently they've got a smithy in the back of one and the owner himself saw my jewelery work and hired me to make jewelery and stuff for them. It's just part-time so I'm still working at the stables and I'll still take private commissions but yeah. If you need me and I'm not answering my phone or the network, try there.

strikeraid

[ locked to helene ]

[ link ]

holy SHIT

stopinthenameofawe

[Melissa knows that how she went about her post was a mistake. An understandable one, maybe, but a mistake all the same. She still doesn't particularly care for this network, nor does she trust half the people on it, but she had enough intelligible conversations and found enough people on here that actually does like and respect that she's willing to give it a chance.

Hopefully they won't blow it.

This video post is very tactical- she considered anonymous text, but it wouldn't lend her any credibility. She's chosen not to wear her police uniform as well, instead appearing in a tank top ('accidentally' showing off a little bit of cleavage- not enough to look terribly obvious but hey, whatever helps) and a simple pair of jeans. Overall, a pretty nonthreatening look. But, well. Looks can be deceiving. Not that she's going to let that be obvious right now.]

...Hey. So, I guess this is my official apology for flipping out on you all as a whole. My name's Melissa Lyre, and I'm a sargent with the Locke City police. I've been working with Sherman for the past several months, and got a Pulse or Echo or whatever we're calling them right as I woke up from my modifications. That doesn't necessarily excuse what I posted in my introduction, but I thought you deserved some context. [That's about all the information you're getting on her, however.]

Most of you are probably aware at this point, but the information the police have been given as to why they should be on the look out for... 'Numbers' people is both inaccurate and leaving out some pretty crucial points. I believe Karl's clued everyone in on about as much information as we're given, so I can't really add more there.

I'm well aware that several of you probably still aren't going to trust me, and I am by no means going to try and force you. [see also: her not trusting you.] I would, however, like to share two thoughts with you.

Firstly, I would suggest a few people possibly step up who are relatively good at explaining everything, and can keep up a relatively level-heaed conversation should something like this happen again. Especially if they're less willing to listen. [Because her first impression of you all was a bunch of dumbass, power-tripping teenagers. This is probably not the impression you want.]

And secondly, one thing Karl failed to inform you of...

[Here, her rather businesslike expression shifts into something resembling a slight smirk.]

His hair is now the fluffiest thing ever. Swear to god. If you get the chance, mess with it a bit. It's kind of soothing, and it pisses him off a bit.

[And with that final note, Melissa will give a two finger salute, sign off, and brace herself for what she's sure is still going to be a pretty bad backlash. She had a hard place to recover from, after all.]

earnedmystripes

[So Kotetsu's never actually attempted physically talking into something that lacks a microphone as a possible network usage, but he's presently lacking in better options. He's not sure he can actually touch anything without breaking it right now, and would really like to avoid needing a new phone when it likely won't be possible to go out and get one for awhile. So at the risk of looking like a complete lunatic if this doesn't work, he...tries to talk at the ground where he's managed to scratch in the numbers with a piece of broken metal that was lying around the nearby dumpster. Aside from a few minor scratches and bruises, he's more or less alright, so the most notable feature of the video is perhaps that he is glowing bright blue. It's a bit sporadic, flickering on and off at unpredictable intervals, in one of which the metal makes an odd sort of crunch before falling out of his hand, bent in half.]

...So, uh.

I kinda ran into a couple Keys earlier. I'm alright, but now I need someone to come pick me up, because I can't really be seen like this. Lyall, you--had that werewolf-proof room thing in your house, right? I hate to ask, but...could I borrow it? I don't remember feeling a pulse, but all of a sudden I'm freakishly strong. [Because his echo from the farmhouse just kicked in, whoops. `_`a]

Karl, could you--cover for me? Say, I dunno, that I got sick and can't finish off my shift, or something. You ordered me to go home, maybe.

[A pause. He glances over to the two unconscious people in the alley with him.]

If--a medical or healery person could come down here too, that'd be great. This one guy was getting mugged when I showed up, he's hurt.

[A slight beat of hesitation. This next point is something he knows people might have an objection to.]

And um, I kinda. I think I broke a couple of this one Key's ribs by accident, so.

[....]

I know they're thugs and with ThunderCorp and all, but I can't just--leave him here to suffer. They're still people.

[private to Skyler, later on; text via backyard dirt]

can we talk

strikeraid

Who: Neku (

needsmorezippers) and Skyler (

strikeraid)
Where: LCHS, in a hall somewhere.
When: January 7th, a few minutes after school lets out!
What: Neku gets an echo off of Skyler! Which is weird because he didn't get an echo off him the first time they met. IT IS A MYSTERY

( a cheery theme accompanied by a bewildered ghost embraces your imagination )

flamberge

[Hello Network! Guess who's face pops up after like a month of being MIA? Yup, it's good old Mr Locke, now wearing spiffy new glasses. Behind him, a bit of his fancypants living room can be seen. He stares at the screen momentarily, clearly hesitating, before finally opening his mouth. Boy does he have a lot to say.]

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

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

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.

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!]

strikeraid

Who: Skyler (

strikeraid) and Helene (

spellfire)
When: January 04, last Saturday, around noon-ish?
Where: In an abandoned warehouse in Key territory
What: OuO Friendly sparring! Friendly. Please. Oh my god don't kill him

( takin her to taco bell )

peacefulwinter

[1 - open]
Ladies and gentlemen, Winter is back in her element: school has started. And even if she's not on the student council anymore, she's peppy and vigilant. She can't exactly tell people off anymore, but then, that wasn't really why she was there in the first place. And it frees her up a little more to do other things. To pay attention to things she wasn't before. And it's giving her time to really be herself again.

Anyone that was watching Winter from before the break, and hadn't since, would notice a changed girl - where before she seemed like she was in a darkness nothing could pierce, now she was smiling and upbeat, and there's almost no sign of the former remorse she held over her demotion. Her leg's out of the cast now, too. All in all, she seems much better than before, and it seems like people are noticing. There are whispers from the corners of classrooms and the cafeteria, and if you're looking hard, the student council advisor can be seen peeking from around a hallway corner, retreating with a small smile.

Without her usual duties to take up her time, Winter can be found in the cafeteria during lunch, and will be floating around the school for a little while after classes get out before she leaves. Here, at least, she looks a little restless; what else was she going to do with her time now, since she didn't have a "club" anymore?

[2 - closed to Skyler]
Economics class, just before lunch. Winter was very much a numbers and logic person; she took to charts like the back of her hand. This was her class, and with the holiday to restore her presence, you could feel it, almost. She managed to finish the classwork in no time flat, and then sat back to review it for a moment before relaxing.

She took a moment to survey the class; this one was a rarity, in that none of her numbered friends were here... wait, check that. Two rows over, the kid with the spiky hair... he looked familiar from somewhere...

The teacher had encouraged them to work together on this worksheet, but she'd blazed through it alone; perhaps he'd like a little help? It's only a moment later before she slides into the newly-empty seat right next to her target, carrying her worksheet and a pale purple pencil bag. "Are you doing all right on this? If you want, I could maybe help you a little?"

strikeraid

Who: Skyler (

strikeraid) and Kotetsu (

earnedmystripes)
When: January 8th, around 5 pm ish?
Where: An alleyway between the Dead District and the Bohemian district
What: B U S T E D. Copdad catches Thugson in the act. No one is happy. ha. ha. ha....

( we need them bags for the money )

greenisthenewblack

Danny.

I know it's the first day back, but at least TRY to pay attention.

This will be on the exam.

[and no, Sheila doesn't know how to send a private message via the network.]

duette

[ Good eve, Earthlings. There's a new voice on the network, and it's just on this side of pissed. Despite the irritated edge, the (young) speaker is trying to keep it prim and pretty. ]

You know. If it's some initiation right to throw disembodied arms at new people, you can keep this whole "network" to yourselves!

[ Someone is connecting for the first time, and already wants precisely zero to do with it. ]

Whether or not it had anything to do with it — but look here, I honestly can't imagine that it doesn't — I don't have time to be playing around with shady eco-terrorists, or whoever you guys are. Especially if you have the time to mess around with innocent peoples' heads, with these numbers!

[ Saying nothing of how terrified she was of a real live possible zombie apocalypse.

If not a rather timid and disorganized one, lalala♪ ]

I want out.

jasminebloominginshadow

Who: Jasmine, Lily, others [semi-closed, who comes along will depend on plotting factors]
What: Jasmine has popped off to try and force an echo, people come looking for her
When: January 6th
Where: Blood Keys territory

( Without anything to throw herself into, Jasmine had withdrawn into herself after Winter's party. )

theboywiththebook

[For the last few days Henry has been struggling to understand why he suddenly couldn't stop thinking of a random string of numbers in his head. The numbers he remembered came as soon as that very vivid daydream he had of a clock tower. It got to the point where he had to go search online to figure out what it meant.
What he came across was something he hadn't expected. It seemed like one of those forums he was told not to go on by the Trills when he had computer time. But, his curiosity had been piqued by it so he just had to look around. Needless to say he found the FAQ and is now trying this number method again later on Skype while everyone in the house is asleep.

The room is dark with only the screen's light illuminating the room at all, as well as a young ten year old's face.]

Is this actually working? I found that website thing online and it said stuff about the police being evil. Is that true? Cops are supposed to be the good guys so I don't know why it'd be true.

[He lets out an audible "hmmmm" waiting for a response. Since he didn't get one in the first ten seconds he decides it's hopeless and says:]

This is stupid. [Huffing just a tad:] I knew it was fake.

twopercent

Who: Skyler and Raiden
When: Backdated to (to be determined)
Where: Near a Blood Keys meeting place
What: An actual cyborg and a not-yet-cyborg might have different motives, but they're interested in some of the same things.

( It wasn't anything more than a dark shadow illuminated only by the dim blue-ish light of a screen, but it was definitely there. )

prismaticdestruction

Who: Dani and Skyler
When: Saturday January 4th
Where: Bohemian district
What: Little girls wandering off from a father's gaze can get into some trouble
Warnings: BlOOD KEY..And just cuteness from the child.

Shopping alone with her father was something Dani hated to do. It always took to long and she was usually not allowed to take anything to keep her occupied which drove her nuts. He expected her to listen and learn from it all, his way of trying to make her start to talk to people. Which wasn't exactly working, as stubborn as she was being about speaking.

So during one of his long talks with a shop keeper, Dani decided to go outside and roam a bit, slipping outside when another customer came in the door unnoticed. With that she headed off down the street, not even thinking the trouble she was likely putting herself in and trying to at least look like she wasn't a unsupervised child...And probably failing miserably at it.

darkcharge

Been scrolling through this thing for hours now.

This really needs a filtering function so I don't have to scroll through all the "this can't be real" or "this must be a hoax" bullshit. My wheel can't take the abuse.

So, right. It's too late in the night... Or too early maybe? To process all of this crap.

I'm going to bed.

Tell me why I should care to get involved or how I can avoid these pluses/echoes/whatever you are all calling them.

keywarding

Who: Holly (

keywarding) & Skyler (

strikeraid)
What: Holly & Arielle had a playdate but me thinks she's going to stumble on a secret
Where: The Veracruz Residence
When: Forward dated to January 6th | Afternoon
Warnings?: Holly might smack someone in this.

( Where did everyone go? )

stopinthenameofawe

[Melissa isn’t going into this post blind. She’s read the recent posts, found herself the FAQ, and figured out just how much these network people think they know. And she is not happy about it.]

Listen up, kids. I have half a mind to make a beeline for Sherman’s office when I get into work tomorrow. But for right now, I’m off duty, and I have a headache, so I’m feeling generous.

You all have one comment to explain to me why I shouldn’t give every scrap of information you’ve put up here to him. Start talking.

[ooc: Replies will be slow until tomorrow, but have fun!]

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