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darkremnant

Who:

darkremnant (Vanitas), possibly

depolarized (Riku) and YOU

What: STEP RIGHT UP, ITS SHOW TIME. Open log.

Or Van Shows You His Tricks’ and Yin Goes Missing In the Park While Riku Is At A Really Long Ice Cream Line. Seriously, did he die? ~~Who cares, that guy sucks.~~

Where: The Oh So Convenient Park Near You!

When: July 20

( Step Right Up~ )

lightedprincess

[Ok, so all Kairi had been trying to do was type in these numbers that have been going through her head for years in another attempt to try and decipher the meaning.

This network thing appearing in her word doc? Yea, that's way new. It takes her a moment before she tentatively starts typing.]

I can honestly say I wasn't really expecting that. I guess everyone on here can see this, huh? I'm kind of looking over things and I'll try to catch up on my own, but it looks like there's a lot here so it might take me a while.

[There's a long pause where she's looking back at entries, trying to start the beginning before remembering she forgot something important.]

My name's Kairi, by the way. It's nice to meet you all.

unwakingwaters

[this is written in dark blue fountain pen on nice paper with a close cursive hand]

7/19/2013

Right, so, starting out in my usual way of warmups with too much exposition as to my exact circumstances at current -- trying to remind myself of the dream I had when I was thirteen exactly by exactly copying out the contents of the journal I made that night.

So...

#2027952

February 7, 1966

Dear Diary: Last night I had the strangest dream, the most wonderfully clear dream, about a golden room with great stained glass windows, and a test I had to take to--

[there's a great big ink stain here and then actually some significant time passes as Maya reads all the text suddenly in her nice new notebook. At least an hour.]

Well.

If it weren't for the fact that this fully navigable website appeared in a perfectly ordinary leather-bound notebook, I would dismiss it as a particularly inspired ARG. But as it stands, this appeared in a notebook. I normally consider myself quite a skeptic but well. This, I believe, qualifies as extraordinary proof.

I think I met some of you at the convention the other day. My name is Maya Aaronson. I've at least gathered from your entries that this is a secret network of some sort, that some of you are experiencing physical and mental changes that seem impossible (but again, you've provided extremely compelling evidence) and that there's... something out there.

Could someone provide me with a little more detail?

moarnomsplz

[Alex usually handwrites his posts to the secret network, but he keeps forgetting not everyone can read them. He hasn't forgotten this time, but he makes it audio so no one will see how uncertain he looks.]

Has enn, anyone had one of those vision things, ing-zuh, where you remember, like, a family, lee, member you don't have in... I guess real life? We're still calling-ing it that, right?

Also, pretty sure I got confirmation, shun, that the guy whose memories I'm getting-ing isn't human.

iaijutsu

Given that some of the changes that have been taking place are less obvious than others, a couple of us were discussing ways of testing the limits of our reflexes - preferably without needing anyone else in close proximity.

[Remember that time Hajime got jumpy and nearly took Toshi's arm off on the werewolf hunt? Yeah. Good times.]

I'm still checking customer reviews and pricing, but we're looking at skeet shooters. If anyone else suspects their agility may have been boosted into superhuman range and wants to test it, let me know. (If you want to chip in to whatever a workable shooter is going to cost us, even better.)

Overall, however: I suspect most of us have had the sense to at least begin considering the limits of what we're capable of. [Or at least, he really wants to think everyone does.] But I believe it's something that we need to think seriously about. Our casualty count has been remarkably low so far, compared to how things could have gone, but luck is not something we should rely on in the future.

unwakingwaters

Who: NERRRRRDS. But basically everyone who would want to go to a science fiction convention. Also, Maya Aaronson, famous science fiction author.
What: LockCon, Locke City's science fiction convention! The name is a pun. Isn't it great???
Where: The Locke City Westin Hotel.
When: Semi-backdated; LockCon takes place July 12 - July 14 this year.

This is OPEN TO EVERYONE and intended as a fun casual way for people to get CR. Feel free to backtag and backdate stuff, even if your character hasn't formally introduced themselves to the network yet (as long as they've been accepted to the game is probably fine)

( A more wretched hive of dork and nerdery... )

forsakenwood

[ she's used the marker from her dry erase board to write her numbers on the surface of a very large mirror, leaning against the wall of her bedroom, right across the foot of her bed. a few wayward clothes hang on one of the mirror's edges. it's evening, and the only source of light comes from a lamp on the bedstand, casting a warm glow on the room.

sonya herself is sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, cross-legged, in an oversized sleeping shirt. her long, brown hair has been tamed in a braid dangling over her shoulder. there's an open notepad and a pen resting beside her. the 'video' begins as soon as she finishes writing the last number, so it shows her leaning back, then laying her arm on her thigh. ]

Good evening. New addition, so on and so forth. I've read the guide.

As there are several four-legged friends among us, I'd like to introduce myself. Dr. Wood of Locke City Veterinary Clinic. Perhaps I've met some of you already?

[ those who have and remember the sound of her voice may find it odd. there's an accent to it, a certain roughness, that has never been there before. ]

memoryreprieved

Who: Shion/Xion and you!
What: WARKING. WARK WARK WARK. Also known as Shion doesn't have a social life lately. This needs to change badly.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Her part-time job at the ice cream shop!

( It really isn't so bad when you don't feel like you're going insane... )

sweetas

[Candy is angry. And also kind of hysterical. She's audibly shaken and her voice fades in and out slightly, as if she's walking towards and then away from the microphone. Pacing, clearly.]

Fairies and dragons and unicorns aren't real! They're not real, okay? Life isn't some stupid fairytale! I mean, unless that's yet another mystery that no one decided to tell me until now! Surprise, Candy, someone's trying to kill everyone, cats can talk, and oh by the way, fairies are real! Didn't you know that already? Except maybe I did, because suddenly I remember them! How is that possible?

Oh, and apparently there are deer living in one of the parks here now? Except I didn't know that either until one of them came crashing through my cafe's window and attacked us! Ugh...this is all so stupid...

[She goes quiet for a bit. After awhile she speaks again, closer to the mic this time.] Um...sorry...sorry about all that...I didn't mean to rant...

reapsthewind

[here's a bad iPhone photo of Chris eating a bowl of goulash and drinking beer at the Hungarian Heritage section of the Smithsonian Folklife Festival. Of note are that she's wearing a tank-top, and her arms are completely human. She has even painted little silver gears on her black nail polish, because... because. She is giving the camera a total "mom if you put this on facebook I'll gut you" look. Her eyes are brown, and she has AMAZINGLY thick glasses, like, cokebottle thick. Make-your-eyes-look-friggin-gigantic thick. Her eyes are also dark brown. ]

7/4/2013, Washington, DC, National Mall

[The second picture is a webcam photo of her in the same shirt, except now those arms are robot arms and her eyes are that familiar creepy robotic with the glowing red bits thing. No glasses.

7/6/2013

Just putting these pictures up to confirm that yes, if you leave the city, your physical echoes (that's what I'm calling them now) go away when you get far enough outside the city. It seems like you have to leave the major metropolitan area/suburbs first. Other bits... for me, anyway, the more unpleasant physical effects didn't happen a second time, it was sort of... there, and then not. And then there again. Also of note, I left myself a note to "practice my physical dexterity" at home and I actually followed it, and even though I didn't have these, I AM a bit better at them, as evidenced by typing with fewer typos. They still shake and I have to type more slowly, though.

Other stuff:

> Leave yourself vague notes. You won't believe yourself with any of the weirdness, but I at least had the presence of mind to tell myself to wear long sleeves on the way back, no matter how hot it was. My excuse to myself was that BoltBus has a bad habit of cranking up the AC, but I listened to myself anyway, which is good because suddenly having robot arms on a bus ride would have raised a lot of questions.
> despite all that I forgot my glasses, and luckily there was an old pair at home but god they were dorky fml
> if you go down to DC this year folklife was great uhhh but i guess you only have one more day to enjoy it?? oops

Also yes, I'm back from vacation. Get me up to speed, did I miss anything? Cats, how did the museum raid go?

salvagedlight

[He's been resisting it for awhile, now. But that string of numbers just won't leave him alone, and it's getting to the point where even his dreams have gotten infected with it. So, finally one night, walking back to the closet of an apartment he's sharing with his brother, Ben juggles the phone out of his pocket without dropping his bag or his coffee and slowly punches it in, with a hesitation between each number.]

[Random passerby can be forgiven for turning to look at him as he yells in surprise as his phone screen is suddenly flooded with text, both hand-written and typed, as well as a myriad of voices coming out of the speaker only for him. The poor coffee goes flying and the poor phone is dropped as well - at least it drops on grass so it doesn't break?]

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Entries tagged with kingdom hearts: ventus

Open log.

text; computer

handwritten

3 /audio

text.

[Open!] Lock-con, the Locke City Science Fiction Convention

[ video; mirror ]

წ Second Sunrise || Open Log

audio - computer - fairytales

and we're back; text, desktop computer

[Phone, semi-accidental... god help him]