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Lyall was less than pleased about the group decision to head out to this mine and explore, but as there was no way to forbid them all from doing it, the only option was to make sure it happened as safely as possible, and under supervision. So here he was, showing up at the site, making sure everyone had a flashlight with spare batteries, a bottle of water, some sturdy climbing rope, and a walkie talkie in case they got separated, plus a first aid kit or two. And making sure nobody went too far from the group, with any luck.

"All right, we don't know how safe it is in there, so everyone stick together and don't go exploring off on your own, all right?" he said, standing just on the outside side of the rusty, broken fence so ineffectively blocking the mine entrance off. He'd already passed out all the supplies he had, and looked a bit dorkier than usual in jeans, jacket, a Firefly t-shirt instead of his usual teacher-like clothes. "If you see something that interests you, let us all know, and we'll all look. If you do get separated, don't keep moving. Call on the radio, and someone will come find you."

He eyed the mine entrance with mild misgivings, then sighed and gave in to the inevitable. "Everyone ready? Come on, then."


((note: this is not for finding the Sage, this is just for the High School Numbers Club to bumble around together :) see comment threads below for different scenarios!))
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[It's near three or four in the morning when this one comes in on the network. It's not elaborate.]

I believe it saw me but I'm not sure. Whatever it was, when I tried to get close to it... it made some noise. A chirp maybe? I didn't attempt to fight it; I wasn't armed in any way at the time.

[The video isn't until sometime in the afternoon the next day. The girl in the video is neatly dressed and put together. There's soft hints of sleeplessness around the eyes but she doesn't seem too bothered by it. Not right now at least.]

I'm sure several of you were privvy to the 'negotiations' thread. Forgive me, I haven't gone over the network as I had previously. I've... been avoiding it, to be honest.

[A vague bit of guilt rises on her features. She hated this number, hated this network, hated what it was doing to her life.
... But she didn't hate the people on here. They weren't asking for any of this any more than she was. They all deserved better.

She just jumps straight in after a moment of conflict.]


These entities, whatever they are, believe we are a mass of individuals unconnected. If this is what they are expecting then, uniting together might be some brief surprise to them.

[Her expression turns serious, guilt easing away. For the briefest of moments, she's almost regal in her air.]

I would like to organize a 'collective', if you will, among those among the numbered - those on this network. Through it we will be able to share information with one another as well as offering support in both physical and emotional senses.

I am not looking to play leader. I am not looking to craft troops. What I wish for is a collective gathering of people cooperating with each other and working for each other to stand against this invasion and to ultimately save each other as well.

[She pauses there and the feeling of a moment before evaporates like a mist. She smiles faintly and nods.]

I will be planning a gathering then for anyone who expresses interest at a currently undisclosed time in the future. Please contact me over the network, private messages or through my phone [here she gives her cellphone number without hesitation - she's tired of hiding].

Thank you.
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So since everyone got all bent outta shape about me wanting to turn high tech, slightly terroristy bombs on those stupid statues, I decided to keep busy for a little while. So this David Proud guy who made the statues (if he exists, and isn't a tentacled elder god or super-evil AI or something, because I'm really not ruling anything out right now and he's not actually around, just some blurby info from the gallery). I did some reading about the mine where he's supposed to be getting the statue-making stuff.

For one thing, there's really nothing in the geology around here that would make statue-quality stone come out of a coal mine. I made a diorama about it in sixth grade, so I just had to confirm that.

The mine was owned by the Tuning Towers family. I kinda figured that'd have something to do with Thundercorp, but not that I could find by using the cool superspy methods of Google and the library. It's in the park system now. I dunno, maybe bats live in it or something. And it's supposed to be haunted. Spooky stuff in forests usually is, but I don't know if that might be true, considering the weirdness. Plus the Native American tribe that lived there really didn't want to share and make it into a coal mine, and they didn't exactly give up because some old coal baron dudes asked nicely. So that's creepy.

Private to Bakura )
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[Text. Looks like it's from some sort of IM client.]

Connecting to IRC to just spit this stupid number out into the wild, untamed internet. Maybe that will get it out of my head.
This probably isn't going to accomplish anything. I might as well just say whatever stupid stuff floats through my brain.
Hello world. I'm Duo. I'm a mad scientist in training and I've almost completed my death ray. Soon I will hold all the world's cities hostage and become the richest man in the universe.
Mwahahahahaha!
I had a dream where I was sixty feet tall and standing over the ruins of a burning church.
It felt more real than real life.
This is so stupid. At least no one can see it_


[Action around the City.]

Duo's lived almost his whole life in Locke City. He does volunteer work at the local soup kitchen with his parents occasionally, he's on the high school basketball team, and of course he can be found at school. It's entirely possible some of you know him already, if only in passing. But lately his normally happy-go-lucky attitude has seemed just a bit more intense than normal. Perhaps just a touch forced. Or maybe it's just your imagination.

Whatever it is, he's around town pretty much all the time. Say hi. Remind him of previous interactions. Let's handwave some CR into existence!
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[personal profile] professorwolf
As promised, there are snacks on a couple of the lab tables in Lyall's classroom when school gets out that Monday afternoon. Not much of it is chocolate, though, mostly because Lyall had been pretty sure he'd have been tempted to nibble and then he'd have regretted it. It's not all healthy, though, considering the appetites of teenage boys: next to the cheese and crackers and celery with ranch and peanut butter dip on a platter, there's chips and pretzels and an open box of cookies.

And on the other tables, there are decks of playing cards, small pads of paper, and plenty of pencils, plus a couple science and math books. Hey, Lyall has to make it look like a school event for anyone who wants to poke their head in, after all, right?

Lyall himself is sitting at the counter in the front with his laptop open, though he's paying more attention to the door than the screen at the moment, waiting for students to come in. Stella the ferret is in presence, too, though she might be anywhere in the room at any given time. Lyall has given up on wrangling her, ever since learning she was sentient.


((open to high school students, middle school students, and a couple college students that Lyall actually knows personally ^^ if your character is in the high school but didn't get an on-screen invite, feel free to assume an off-screen invite if you want to show up! multiple threads for mingling and/or planned Magic games are welcome))
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"Newton was not the first of an age of reason. He was the last of the magicians".

[ The words appear in a sloppy, cursive line: Emery is writing his network address on a page in the back of his ratty old notebook. Forgive him, he's in the library and this is a spur of the moment thing. ]

J.M.Keynes said that in 1947. Anyone who's studied a bit of history knows that we had alchemists, sorcerers and magicians before we had today's science — before "reason" got all popular.

[ A pause. A few dots appear as Emery taps the nib of his pen against the paper, contemplative. ]

All this. Do you think it still counts as reasonable?

[ He certainly doesn't think so. Werewolves? Ghosts? Why not a little magic too? Emery's always been of the opinion that there's more to the world than meets the eye, but. Now. Now that he can move things without touching them; halt the fall of water in mid-air ...

Not that he's going to be telling anyone about that just yet, of course.
]

I suppose I just want to ask. Do you— [ And this time he pauses because of uncertainty on his own part. Emery needs answers that books can't give him. Not these books, anyway. ] —think magic could be real?

another taste of heavenly rush; and i believe. )
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So I know I'm new, but these statues are pretty much a bad thing, right? I went to the thing with my parents and it was super freaky. They usually have taste and an instinctive knee-jerk hatred for corporate anything. And also, y'know, evil. But getting rid of stuff that's in the middle of a gallery is pretty hard.

So does anyone know how they, y'know, work? Because if it's electronic... there are ways to mess with that. They're kinda jaily ways, but ways. And even if it didn't make the statues stop working, screwing up the electronic stuff at the building they're in would probably keep people away from them, right?
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[It takes him a moment to start typing, as the song still sends a chill down his spine, though he doesn't know why. Still, with all these people talking about memories, he figures he should share something. Maybe he'll even get some answers, though he very much doubts it.]

So I remembered something from the statues. Didn't touch them or anything, just hung around them for a while. [No need to mention the details, right?] I didn't get anything useful--just a song--but I am curious if anyone other than me knows it. It goes something like this:

The Rains of Castamere )

It's a long shot, I know, but I figure it's worth asking about.

[He pauses for a second, hesitating on whether to add more, then:] Also, all I got from that guy on the forum was that he was called No One, and that he's certainly not human. Kind of hoping this doesn't end up like Independence Day or Armageddon or all those alien invasion movies--I'm pretty sure I'd die screaming.

Oh, and I think I got a crown? It's pointy and made out of metals--nothing gold or silver, though. Or even remotely valuable. It just showed up on my coffee table when I got home, and all I can think to use it for is as a glorified paperweight. It's certainly weird, though.
[All those memories, the swordfighting skills, and now this crown--he's starting to get an idea of what's going on, here.] Anyone else get anything like a crown?
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[Lyall's been meaning to get on the network again for a while, and now that he's finally got a few things to say, it takes him a minute to actually get started. He does finally, though, after a couple false tries.]

Lyall here. I've been in the gallery, and I think a lot of the rest of us have, too. I've even been by that forum, though I didn't post anything. I find it a little disconcerting that whoever was replying kept referring to people as "humans", as if he or she was not one. Given what we've seen thus far, I do not think that is impossible.

Also, I know at least one other person has heard howling sometime at night. I heard it, too, Wednesday night. It wasn't those mutant dogs, the smell was entirely different, and no one else around me seemed to have heard it or even noticed something was wrong.

[He isn't sure whether or not to mention the dream, but he does say:]

I keep thinking it's something connected to all this. That howl, and the feeling of being watched a few others have mentioned, and that wolf statue, with all these visions and changes we're all going through.

Has anyone else heard it or felt anything strange?

[Private text to students, pre-students, and former students:]

I know a certain one of my students has been joking about a club. I was thinking of making it official, if you really wanted to have an after-school club of some sort for those of us on this network. All age ranges, so long as you're still in school of some sort?
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[Surprise! This time Aeron isn't using his journal or phone, and you can see what he looks like this time. Normally he'd at least try for a wry or polite look on his face, but instead his expression is tense, and his voice tight with unease.]

I have to ask. Has anyone else felt like they're being watched or followed? I could have sworn...

[Aeron shakes his head.]

Anyway, I used the webcam this time because... [He hesitates.] I was wondering if any of you would want to hold a general meeting for the network users. I hardly know what any of you look like, and it's rather inconvenient for us to tiptoe around the subject until we're certain when we meet. [He was already thinking about this before, but his run in with a certain doctor at the gallery has only emphasized this problem in his mind.]

I know some of you have been meeting in smaller groups, but...perhaps knowing who's involved in this whole thing will come in handy later. As I said to someone else before, we have a better chance of surviving the attacks being thrown our way if we're all on the same page.

[And now he clears his throat.] You know what I look like now. You can reply through the system or find me at the Sky Apple Cafe near the university if you'd rather talk in person.
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[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.))
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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.