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Who: Sandy and whoever shows up
When: Tuesday through Saturday, mornings and afternoons
Where: Volcano Girl's, the only music store worth mentioning
What: Come bug this loser at his day job!

( If that's your boyfriend, he wasn't last night )

unreaching

[Without quite realizing it, Renji’s “written” those numbers that he suddenly can’t stop thinking about on the ground while mopping the bathroom floor. Of course, when he happens to look down from his distracted thoughts, from what it meant that it’s coming back to him now after all these years, and sees more than just his reflection--

...well. Part of him isn’t sure he isn’t seeing things now.]

No way.

[He blinks, once, twice. Uses his free hand to rub at his eyes.] And....it’s still there.]
No way. Uh-uh. This ain’t happening. Yer kiddin’ me with this shit, right?

[It’s not clear who he’s talking to, really. Whether it’s himself, someone else, or the world in general. Some students walk in, and outright ignore the bizarre projection on the ground, and that leads Renji to just let out a laugh. It’s not a very pleasant sound, too-sharp and dissonant, and with a bitterness that doesn’t quite fit the apparent youth of his features, like a bone broken and healed all wrong.]

Maybe I’ve just gone crazy. I mean, s’about time. Woulda figured it’d’ve happened sooner.

...Wonder if you can get fired for that.

[With a sigh, he decides the network is just all in his head and gets back to mopping.]

earnedmystripes

ok wow

things that are really freaking creepy: spending ten days with basically fake memories of living a totally normal life for the last month and a half

also the goddamn suit thing randomly popping back on out of thin air when i got back here is not cute or hilarious at all.

this tsa guy saw me and freaked out

had to run and hide in a bathroom

at least the stupid belt isn't stuck thi

oh god

this isn't a

oh christ

this is a women's restroom

kill me

somebody

please

princenopants

[[The image that shows up is a Firefox window, set on Google. Someone tried looking up the numbers in the search bar, it would seem.

The next search is for “The Prince and the Raven” followed by the same title in German. Then the name Drosselmeyer. Then a few combinations of title and author name. There’s a pause before a new search is entered:

“Getting away from your controlling parents.”

This one actually gets results.]]

soulsborderline

So.

[A redheaded young girl - not dissimilar to one who posted only a little bit ago, just with better hygiene and a pair of girly red hairclips - stares imperiously out into the network. It's obvious she's at a vanity mirror in a dorm room, since the image looks exactly like every picture of a college girl ever, just more level, with a neater background, and lacking an upheld camera or skimpy halter top.]

Fact number 1: I experienced a fugue state lasting at least five minutes yesterday, with no memory of the intervening time, or history of such a mental disorder.

[She holds up one finger to recount the point.]

Fact number 2: This fugue state left me with a clear and distinct memory of a particular string of numbers, and the impression I should write them down.

[Two fingers.]

Fact number 3: Superstitious rumor indicates that writing down mysterious numbers can do all sorts of things, so I decided to try it on a mirror. It can't be any more of a failure than the last experiment I did like this.

[Three fingers.]

Never got why anyone would want to meet someone named Bloody Mary anyway...

Whatever. Mysterious supernatural forces, you have thirty seconds to respond to me and win me one million dollars!

[She looks down at a cell phone lying on the vanity table, smugly noting the time, before seeming to remember something important.]

Wait, was that a sharpie or a dry erase? Dammit, where's the windex...

[She wanders off to start rummaging through things that the 'camera' can't see, but it's a small room, she'll hear in the unlikely event of something happening.]

reckless_fire

Well, whatever it is, is here now. Judging from the smell, I'd guess a wet dog. Or maybe a wet wolf, based on the howling some of you have been hearing. I'd probably be a lot more weirded out over this if I hadn't seen a lot of you talking about similar things happening. That, and it just seems to be sitting here--I'm guessing, anyway; can't really see it, or anything. If this is really a ghost, or something, it seems kinda--HOLY SHIT!

[This last sounds more exited than distressed, and he says nothing more for a couple of minutes. Then, finally...]

I...I can see it! Like a thread of light at the back of my mind. I--I think I can touch it. Maybe I can...

[Another short silence, then a soft POP! like a cork coming out of a bottle...or a small amount of air rushing to fill a sudden void.]

GODDAMMIT! That was supposed to be my pencil, not my fucking homework!

wordsgate

[Sam doesn't look very good. Actually, he looks downright exhausted. He's sitting in his room with a desk lamp giving just enough light to make the video clear and is propping up his chin with his hand. He clearly hasn't slept all night, between his bloodshot eyes and the dark circles underneath them. It could be that he's been visited by that "ghost" that seems to be following people around...

But if it is, he's not going to say anything. That's not how he rolls. Of course, after staying up for this long he's frankly bored, so he's turning to the Network for entertainment.

He speaks in a slightly hushed tone, probably trying to avoid waking up his mother.]

Hey, so. I've mentioned this to a few people, but I haven't really shown it off yet. Thought it might interest you guys. It's good for a laugh anyway.

[He holds up to the camera a wooden cup-and-ball sort of toy. The ball is painted purple, and it looks a little worn.]

This is a kendama. It's a toy that's popular in Japan. My grandfather got this for me as a kid--said it would be good for me to learn concentration. [He snorts and shakes his head.] I guess I was too energetic for his tastes.

I've never been very good at it. I mean, I can catch the ball in one of the cups...sometimes. Maybe one out of ten tries. But the pin here? [He lifts the ball up to show a wooden pin at the top.] I've never been able to catch the ball here in my LIFE.

But...

[He stands up and moves far enough back from the camera so that his movements can be seen. To warm up, he first drops the ball and then catches it in one of the bigger cups. He does this a few times and succeeds every time, before switching to alternating the ball between the two cups on the side. After a few rounds of that, he tosses the ball up in the air--and catches it on the pin. He bends down to look at the camera and points at the ball with a look of disbelief.]

Isn't that strange? But this gets better...

[He straightens back up again, then starts to juggle the ball between the big cup on the side and the smaller cup on the bottom, humming a song softly to himself as he does. He keeps it up for about two minutes, never losing the beat or missing the ball. At that point he seems to get bored, so he tosses the toy up in the air, catches it by the handle, and once again catches the ball on the pin. He walks back over to his computer chair, points at the ball on the pin with a look of amusement, and then sets the toy aside.]

I think I'm in the running for "most impressive unimpressive Extra ever." Maybe I should start training to be certified. I bet my grandfather would be pleased.

theearth

[The webforum is in all ways ordinary, aside from its users. Using a free, public system in its default state with no embellishments, it is titled only 'Let's Negotiate' and contains only one post with those two words repeated.

Anonymous posting is disabled, but there's the sign up button.

What's the worst that could happen?]

(( Remember; viewing the website will not cause an Echo, but replying will.

Also remember that this is not on the network and operates exactly like an actual, generic webforum and does require sign-up. Therefore, please note what details were entered (mandatory is an e-mail address, a username and a date of birth) and if they are accurate. Player accounts cannot make new posts, but they can reply to Topic: Let's Negotiate with whatever they like.))

theearth

( a guilty conscience needs to confess; a work of art is a confession. )

dorkytracksuit

[Davin is actually doing a video post, instead of a text post for once, surprise surprise. The normal yellow tinge of his skin is, for the moment, held at bay thanks to the careful use of some concealer. Yes, he is wearing makeup, not that it's very obvious, he's well practiced at this point. He looks extremely uncomfortable to be doing this, but hey, Euphemia isn't the only one that gets to look cool.]

[He stares at something on the desk before him, a pencil, yellow and chewed at one end, the eraser is worn down to nothing. He reaches out to it with his hands, but doesn't touch it, he just concentrates. For a moment, nothing happens, and then in a flash of red and blue sparks the pencil suddenly moves, slowly and shakily sure, but it moves, as though all on its own. After a pause, it drops. He finally looks up to his audience, giving a weak smile to you all. It seems he's using skype to share the video with you all, before the image is gone. Computer text quickly appears in it's place.]

I don't know how much longer I can keep this hidden.

It feels like it's time for something drastic.

protectress

[via computer; she has yet to realize the more otherworldly properties of this network.]

Well, this isn't anything like anything I've worked with before. What is this, some kind of private program? Doesn't really explain those numbers any, but at least it's something I get.

Well. Sort of.

Though I could really have done without whatever was doing that thing with the numbers in my head at 6am. I had JUST fallen asleep. Anyway, can anyone explain to me what exactly is going on? Is it one of those... I don't know, subliminal things? I'm pretty sure those aren't exactly possible, but then again, I'm no psychologist. Just your average minimum wage worker with a Bachelor's. This economy, am I right?

Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if someone would just tell me what's up with this thing. Otherwise, it's just gonna annoy me all night.

Uh, and if it could be a quick thing, I'd appreciate it. I have a shift at the bar in about an hour.

earnedmystripes

[Hello, reincarnates. You all have a treat in store for you this morning: the special gift of...schadenfreude. Courtesy of one certain police derp who just so happens to be dressed in an incredibly embarrassing outfit.

Kotetsu himself looks rather displeased, giving the network the sort of expression reserved for having found a bug in your favorite dessert, or something to that effect. The sound of the shower running can be heard in the background, and there's a bar of soap in his hand, which is probably what he used to write the number on the mirror.]

...Really does work on everything....

[It's grumbled, and he sort of stares at his reflection in the mirror a bit, still obviously discontented but expression growing more distinctly uncomfortable as the seconds go past and he still hasn't been able to find the words to explain his predicament.]

...Uh.

If, er, someone's...not busy...

This is so stupid, the hell am I--rrrgh. I uh, could use some help.

...

Er. I mean, last night I had one of those--things. Heartbeat weird--y'know, the stuff that keeps happening to everybody!

[He clears his throat, speeding up his speech because the sooner he can get this stupid awkward request out of the way, the better.]

--Anyway. I got another one of those things, and now I can't get this off.

[He tugs at the belt by way of explanation, but there's an unfortunate coincidence in that now that he's speaking faster, the sound of the shower happens to drown out some of what he says. To someone not paying careful attention, it sounds rather like he just said "I can't get off". Oops?]

[ooc note: the suit isn't magically affixed to him or anything, the belt is just stuck. :'D]

destinedforrock

[There's that rippling image of a white horse again. From what more can be seen of her than her head, she's lying (upright) along her trough, again looking sideways into the water. There are a few beats of nothing - then she turns her head slightly closer, and her mouth opens.]

Well?

[Her voice, as before, is lilting and inflected. And a bit hasty.]

How has everyone's day been?

struckout

[ Just because Kallie hasn't been running around risking her skin against goddamn werewolves and other such stupidly dangerous things, that doesn't mean she hasn't been around- probably to the chagrin of those she happens to reply to on this silly network, actually...

Still, finals time aside, she's been thinking a lot, mentally turning over again and again all the nonsense crammed in her head by her various Echoes, the powers she's gained in between. Eventually, she has to say something else to start with, this time with a noticeably different tone to it than before... if as to the point as ever. ]

So, it's been a month now since this network showed up. I've been wondering: has anyone deliberately tried to induce a pulse/hollow heartbeat/whatever you want to call them? I'm not talking about touching the statues.

I'm interested in learning to fight. As far as I can tell, that seems to be important towards whatever reason this is happening to us.

Also, this is a long shot, but: Is there anyone here who is good at identifying weapons? In addition, is there any way to determine exactly what a feather came from?

[ ... It took her a long time to come around to asking (read: get to the point where she's willing to imply something so specific about her own issues), and yes, there is a reason why she didn't specify the kind of weapon and doesn't ask about birds when talking about feathers. Fun stuff. ]

( Anyway, separately, private to Elizabeth Bishop. )

wastingtime

You know, when I bought a new notebook, I wasn't aware that it could do this. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I heard anything about this in the news. Did I happen to get the notePad, or whatever it's called nowadays?

It's quite interesting, if nothing else. I've only had it about half a day and already I'm enchanted, though I remain baffled as to why it was only a dollar.

My name is Elian, by the way. Does anyone know if there's a manual I could study up on to understand what, exactly, is going on?

secondcomingof

[ Much unlike Casval's previous posts on the network, this one is comparatively short. It reads as follows: ]

What does it mean, to be inhuman? If someone were to accept such a burden upon themselves, would you consider them a monster? To be no one, rather than a part of that so-called "everyone"... is it something we should spurn, or something we should support, in the name of the greater good? And just what is the greater good, anyway? What is your concept of society's ideal, and the world as a whole? What separates the inhuman from the human, and why do we separate them in the first place?

...ah, sorry. I suppose I got a bit carried away there.

Well, at any rate, be as frank as you'd prefer. I look forward to your answers.

spideyfanone

Um, so, yeah. I just spent forever looking back at this epic... network... thing, and I'm really confused and I kinda figured it was, like, a LARP or something at first, but that would make too much sense, right? And it's not that much weirder than a string of numbers I can't get out of my brain or a stupid kiddie lunchbox I found in the attic and now feel like it's my security blanket or something. So, like, tl;dr, this is a real thing, right, and I'm not crazy for going through the old stuff on here and NOT doing my homework? Cus much as I don't actually wanna read about a bunch of old timey English girls getting invited to dances, it's starting to look like that might be a way less lethal way to spend the night.

reapsthewind

Who: Anyone. Seriously. This is an open log, and you don't even have to know it's happening! Wander in! help commit crimes! YAY
What: BREAKING THAT STUPID STAKE STATUE IN THE DEAD DISTRICT. BREAKING IT HARD.
Where: Snake statue, dead district.
When: Saturday night

( We don't need no water; let the motherfucker burn )

reapsthewind

okay

Let's all just agree that werewolf hunting? Was a mistake. We are not soldiers. We're mostly teachers and students, and maybe a few cops. I don't even know why I signed up for that, it was clearly stupid from the start.

I am hoping hard that nobody died or got captured.

God, I hate to ask this, but still. Something's rotten in that district, something needs to be done.

If anyone's still up for it, I'd like to lead a group to tear down that stupid snake statue. I still think it might be part of the source of this bullshit. We'll need pulleys, ropes, sledgehammers. A winch, if anyone has it. But the main idea is to do this fast and dirty and quick. Get in, rip it down, get out. We are not going to hunt those things anymore, that's for sure. You see one? You fucking run. Do not engage, do not deal with.

Anyway. Friday or Saturday night. Y'all's choice. Strider, PoliceDerp, you two still on for helping with this? Liz? (Liz I understand if you're fucking done with me after I ran)

exloserspromise

So who do I got to talk to if I want to trade in this stupid record frisbee throwing trick for something that's actually cool?

secondcomingof

WHO: Pretty much all of you! ~~Except Kallie. She sucks.~~
WHAT: Werewolf Hunting the Movie, starring yours truly.
WHERE: All around the Dead District.
WHEN: Forward dated to Sunday evening.

( cut for likely violence and gore. will be edited as needed. )

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Entries tagged with marvel cinematic universe: steve rogers

02 ☆ [open action]

Visual/Wet bathroom tiles

text; iPhone SMS

[Text | Websearch]

[Video -- Mirror]

002 Voice | Sometime after midnight on the 14th

3rd Song // Video (Webcam) // forward-dated to about 2am on the 14th

Not on the Network-[Let's Negotiate]

the "p" doesn't stand for pretentious, FYI. [art gallery, may 6th—??? ]

(4) a reveal and a risk

text;

[ video | bathroom mirror ]

Two Jewels: Garnet Earrings [Video | Water Trough]

[ computer text ]

I. Handwritten

sᴇᴠᴇɴ. [ text; ??? ]

001 [Text: Computer]

[open] Tear it down. Tear it ALL down (snake teardown thread)

text; laptop

01 ☆ [text|smartphone]

ғɪᴠᴇ. [ action; Dead District, Sunday evening ]