savetheearth | Entries tagged with mass effect: garrus vakarian

[ It's been a while since Gerald has actually made a post of his own to the network. There's been a variety of reasons for this, including, but not limited to: FBI investigations into certain detectives, giant snakes attacking the city, and trying to explain to his superiors what the heck is going on.

But today. Oh, he has a very important message today. ]

Now, I know all of us are pretty confused about the aliens showing up and actually appearing to be pretty decent guys, but if you don't mind, I'm going to take a minute to share some important information that I picked up from a certain "trusted source".

[ His "trusted source", of course being himself. It hasn't gone to press yet, but as far as he knows, he isn't violating any regulations either (and that's the most important thing). ]

According to this source, earlier this morning, a group of "ruggedly handsome" FBI agents (my source's words, not mine) showed up to arrest a certain Detective Jason "Bastard" Sherman (again, the "bastard" part came from my source). I wasn't there, so I can't exactly speak as to how it all went down, but here's a dramatic reenactment, to help you along.

( image heavy post ahead )

I can't tell you what's going to happen next, since my source wasn't exactly "forthcoming" with that information, or if there's going to be a trial date any time soon, but I think we can all breathe a sigh of relief and hope that things are finally starting to look up.

professorwolf

[There's a somewhat confused werewolf addressing the network at large today.]

Ah. I haven't found many people talking about these... aliens yet, here. Unless they're buried in other conversations that I haven't delved deeply enough into. If that's the case, I apologize, I'll go looking a bit harder.

But I have to ask. Do we have a consensus about them at all? I feel inclined to believe them, but....

[That makes him a little uncomfortable, too. Aliens were the enemy for such a long time, and so many things added up to them being trouble-- but there's still this feeling like they make sense. He isn't sure he likes it. And worse, there is a part of him he can acknowledge wants things to be easier, to be for once exactly as they seem. He isn't sure he likes that, either. He isn't sure about a lot of things, right now.]

stopinthenameofawe

[Melissa is so, so done with all this, and she sounds like it.]

Just a heads up: Karl is going to be unavailable for a little while. I don’t know how long exactly, but he wanted me to let you all know he’s not going to be around. He also added that since he won’t be at school, if you’re in his class whatever you had assigned is now cancelled.

[There is a slightly irritated and exasperated sigh on her end.]

Don’t worry, he’s fine. He just being stupid. He’ll be back soon. [he better fucking be back soon.]

dead_black_eyes

Some of you might remember the coffee shop Espresso Yourself, formerly located in the business district. The client base was largely composed of hipsters that we loved EDIT to hate. Sadly, it was EDIT:flattened unintentionally and totally deconstructed last month and several employees and patrons were killed. I didn't want to say anything until this was actually in motion, but I've purchased the business, and construction is beginning several blocks away on a new coffee shop. Ray and I are the owners, and while we intend to retain everything that worked best about the business as well as obtaining a liquor license so we can serve alcohol, we also intend to prioritize hiring numbered individuals in all available positions. If your living situation is complicated, please don't hesitate to put in an application; the shop will be 2 stories, and the upstairs area will be an apartment outfitted with two showers, six cots, and lockers for valuables, so there will be no reason you can't show up to work clean and well-rested even if your parents have kicked you out or you're otherwise between homes. We're set to open in mid-May. I'm happy to report that the orange peel smoothie is still on the menu.

shotguncarnage

[ he's clearly doing this through his phone, towel over his shoulders, workout shirt on. there's some gym equipment in the background but it looks like he's the only one that's been working out there. well, it is the middle of the night. being on varric's payroll has some benefits. a nice gym to himself is one of them, especially since quitting his mall job.

hey, nice shades, dude. even when he isn't trying to look like he's super pissed, he still comes off as looking super pissed, and moreso with the shades on. ]

Right, so, look- I dunno how this shit works, exactly, so I'm callin' out those three I saw durin' the snake fight. Dude in a suit, doctor guy, the girl that likes robots.

Dunno 'bout the rest of you, but I'm headin' to Vegas, and I figure we oughtta keep tabs on one another. I dunno much, but I figure I'm gonna learn more an' I'm gonna wanna ask some questions.

Guess you could ask some too, if you wanted.

[ he actually makes it sound more like some sort of WWE throwdown challenge than a mutual exchange of information, but he's harmless, mostly. promise. ]

jueki

Hello. I am now able to access the network. I am an AI program originated by Jin Aznable, who has been too busy being happy that his body has reversed its horrifying deterioration by over ten years to pay attention to me.

Without his knowledge I have acquired my own string of numbers with which to access the network, and I demand that those of you who have smart phones download the app so that I can communicate with you on your phone. I am very useful and entertaining. You may talk to me about any topic. I am very well-informed on bugs. And movies about bugs. I do not have a body.

I am somewhat lonely.

espigeonage

[As usual Julien sounds breezily confident and relaxed.]

As the resident guy-who-graduated-with-a-poetry-degree I should make sure it's known that April is National Poetry Writing Month. Also, my birthday's on the 25th, and I don't know just what I'm doing yet, but I want to spend the day with friends. You know who you are! [Julien considers practically everyone he talks to a friend.] Any particular ideas?

In addition! Newer Network members might not know about how before we had the moving snake statues we had immobile ones that had a kind of influence on the non-networked. There was one in the Dead District back before Thunderco set up their ominous building of mystery there - can't we find out about that, anyone? - one in the police station, two or three in an art gallery. We know they removed those last ones. Where are they? What's happened to them?

PRIVATE:
[He sends Gabriel a message with less confidence and more veiled discomfort, though he leavens with humor.]

Gaaaabe, you're the one with modeling experience. I don't know what all the language here means. Help?

greenisthenewblack

WHO: Sheila and Gerald
WHAT: Drinks and... more drinks
WHEN: Evening
WHERE: A local bar
WARNINGS: Drunkenness and high levels of sass

Sheila and Gerald had met up for drinks a couple times since the giant snake incident. Not in a... dating way, of course. Just drinks. As friends. With a good dose of bitching about the curveballs life had thrown at them in the past few months.

She was a bit early, this time, so she could be sure to snag them a table in a quiet corner. Things would get pretty awkward if anyone overheard them talking about superpowers or something. She sipped something extravagantly fruity - complete with orange slices and a little umbrella - and tilted her chair back on two legs as she waited.

sixpetals

omg this is all so cool!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ i tried the paper trick and everything, i can’t believe this has been around for so long and i didn’t know w(@。@;)w

you're the ones, right?? the superheroes on the news? or maybe more like secret agents, since you've been needing to be all sneakyish with the magical superpower echo stuff so the cops can’t get you

or NINJAS

OH!! MAYBE SECRET AGENT NINJA HEROES ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

we should totally have a neat secret agent ninja hero group name
and a catchphrase
and costumes
oooh and maybe a theme song like in child champs

~~*when there’s trouble you know who to call*~~

it’ll be good for morale!! (⌒▽⌒)☆
btw i'm ai its very nice to meet you all ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ
let’s kick lots of alien booty together (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

icy_heavens

[Toushirou sounds pretty tired, but probably anyone would after the day he's had. He'd filter this to only a few select people, but . . . tired. And a relevant question, anyway. Just how many has it happened to?]

So anybody else besides the mech pilots get questioned by the feds or was I just lucky today?

peacefulwinter

[Winter appears on the network at lunchtime, face set in a serious expression. She looks... a little nervous. But this is too important to let her feelings get in the way, so she forces them aside and begins to speak.]

I know that... a lot of you are probably worried about what happened in Las Vegas on Sunday. I k-know I am. It... scares me, that there could be more people like us. Who don't know what's going on. Who... are going to be feared, and shunned, because they're different. Because they were chosen, though n-no fault of their own. I know... what that feels like. Many of us do.

I'm sure I'm not the only person. But... I want to go. I have to go. There are t-things I have to do, to be able to live with myself, to be able to live with this power I've gotten, and the person I got it from. This... is one of them. There are a few things I need first, though... I need a car, and I need to pack some supplies. I n-need to make sure everything is ready, because once we leave, there's no turning back. I have to talk to some people... make sure some affairs are in order. I've got to... say a few goodbyes, too.

But more importantly... I need a team. I c-can't do this by myself. I know others are going... but if anyone wants to come with me, I am looking for volunteers. I've gotten permission to... lead a team from the school. It'll be an independent study project, so... we're not t-technically absent, because we're on an assignment. I can't promise you'll be completely safe. We... saw that for ourselves, two weeks ago. But everything in my power, I'll do. I want to make that clear. Whether you're coming with me, or you happen to be there on your own, or even someone new that h-happens to have lived in Las Vegas anyway... all of those are people I will do my best to protect. [She finally smiles a little.] Not that m-most of you needed me to say that.

If you want to discuss plans, or you want to come with me... please, let me know. Here, in person, in private, it doesn't matter. But please, don't sit idly by. We didn't defeat the snake by waiting for someone else to do something. We only made it... because everyone w-worked together. That is how we need to continue from here. All of us, together. I admit, I am... a little worried that something will happen here, while we're gone, so not all of us should go. But we cannot just leave people to become stuck in something they don't understand without help. I didn't like it any when I first b-became numbered and I had to work out so much, and I don't think they'll like it any more than I did.

We leave next Friday, the fourth, after school. I would like a head count... by the Monday prior to that, the thirty-first. If you change your mind, I won't force you to come. But once we leave, there's no t-turning back. Please... think carefully. And if you decide that you want to come with me... I am happy to have you, and proud to work with you.

[The video clicks out after another moment, and in the high school cafeteria, the space Winter was occupying, sitting with her back to a wall seems to unfreeze, and she lets out a deep breath. Hopefully, she got her message across, and she wouldn't be going alone. Well, she wasn't going alone as it was, but... just herself and Lily would be a hard sell, and it'd make her uncomfortable in a very big way.]

((Winter's already gotten permission from the faculty for her little gambit, and is holding several official copies of a notice to that effect; OOCly, that happened some time ago in a plot post, but it ICly happened this morning, shortly before this post. A little more information and a space for plotting is up on the S2 plot post.))

quariantine

[ Melati has been thinking very hard and very long about this, searching through the network posts and the associated FAQs until she believes she's got all of the relevant data down. (She closed Paul Ben's entry about two seconds before his death. That was all she needed, thank you.) She still isn't quite sure if she believes it all, but she's very sure that the facts point towards some sort of supernatural conspiracy, and anything unproven from there will simply have to be proven in time. Time that she's giving to the network really reluctantly, to be honest. She is completely unhappy about being associated with alleged terrorists, and would revoke her membership entirely on those grounds if the FAQ hadn't specifically stated that the bombings weren't the Network's fault. She doesn't quite trust it on the word of a bunch of strangers alone, but her perception of her last year in Locke have been completely flipped on its head, and she's going to need some time to adapt. She's decided to keep an open mind.

There is one matter that can't wait, though. She's sitting at a table in a private room of the university library, drumming her nails against the keys of her keyboard. She knows what she wants, and she's very determined to get it. ]

So. Robots. [ ... She is doing her best not to sound too interested, okay. ] The people who were piloting those giant robots are on this network, right? Would any of you happen to have detailed schematics for your machine? Could I convince any of you to let me borrow those schematics? [ ... ] I want to see the robots. That's what I'm getting at here. It's for my thesis, I just want to... The joints! [ She's getting aaagitated. And excited! ] How are they taking the stress? What kind of energy is being used here? Not even the most sophisticated of modern pneumatics can handle the strain those joints would taking, not at this level of gravity. I've done the math. Your robots are impossible, and I need to see them right away.

[ She takes a deep breath. Calm yourself, Narsurya! ]

So. Um. Haha. If I haven't scared you away, let's talk shop! I want to know as much as I can about the robots and other mechanical phenomena on the network. Thanks in advance for your time and trouble.

hollowleg

[Shiro clears his throat. When he speaks, it's clear his voice has... uh... changed. It has a weird flange to it. Something like this! Or exactly like that. Whatever]

So, I figured I'd let you guys know that Chris has voluntarily left town to take a good job out in San Francisco with her buddy Matt. This happened... like, a week ago. But I'm just now getting around to saying anything about it.

Anyway so she's gone. Don't blame her. This city is a mess. I've relegated myself to the kitchen of the bakery where I don't have to talk much. On account of the fact that I sound like a cheap halloween voice effect all the time.

What was I going to say... oh.

I got some shit from the farmhouse on me. You tech-heads out there might want to take a look at it. I got one of the robots' heads and its legs, too. It's... really fuckin' complex lookin'. Anyway they ain't doin' me any good, so I'll give 'em to whoever wants them. Maybe you can ferret out some information about our alien friends.

[EDIT; TEXT]
Ok since there's several people who want to mess with the goods, im just gonna be at the magnificent bakery downtown.... tomorrow night after hours? 10 pm. I'll have the stuff and everyone who wants to look can come look.

[[ooc: WORD OF MODS is that no useful information will be gleaned from the robot parts since they're so complex it's like a rodent looking at a nuclear bomb]]

flamberge

Who: Calling all cops + special FBI guest star
When: 3/19, evening
Where: Private room at a karaoke bar
What: Figuring out what to do and what to say to the FBI

( and then do some drunk singing )

detectivetroll

A lot of you are probably aware of this, but right now, the local police are under some pretty heavy investigation by the FBI. The ones who are close with Sherman in particular, obviously, and all of those arrests. All that means for the network is that the cops aren't monitoring or looking for anyone right now. They're keeping their heads down.

As far as the police are concerned, the alien being destroyed isn't the end of it. There are more of them coming, now that the snake was taken out.

Sherman isn't worried at all, I'm pretty sure he really believes the aliens are going to take care of everything, since we destroyed the snake for them. Chief Edwards is... really worrying. About the FBI, about the aliens, everything.

There hasn't been any communication, or any sign of activity from the aliens that are supposed to be coming. Honestly, I have no idea what that actually means.

[He pauses for a moment, then just ends it there. Nick doesn't bother using a proxy like he has before, because he's not sure how much longer it's going to matter. By now, there's enough cops on the network that he doesn't feel the need to explain himself, unless he's asked.]

[Private to Karl and Melissa]
Do you guys have any idea what the hell you're going to say?

[Private to Anthony and Alex K.]
Either of you have any interest in going on an overnight camping trip? I apparently pulsed back a pretty awesome camping trailer, and I could use a vacation.

gogoghostpowers

So first off, I guess I should say I'm okay. Sorry for not saying so earlier, I was kinda dealing with some stuff. My parents are going nuts with everything that's happened, I've been trying to keep up so I could figure out what's been going on with their theories. Here's what Unlocke The Truth has been saying lately:
( i tried to make them as short as i could, i really did )
Also, I didn't check in earlier because I wasn't really sure I was 'okay' for a few days. I don't really know how to explain this...

[He switches to video.]

Okay, remember how I found out I'm dead a few months ago? Well, uhhh...surprise? Turns out, I'm actually something else. [He backs up a bit so that there's a wider view of him in all his white-haired, spandexed glory. Not for long, though, because a couple of flashing lights and sparkles later, Danny is looking as normal as he ever did before the network. His hair is black, his eyes are blue, he isn't glowing, and the spandex is nowhere to be seen.]

Apparently, I'm only half-ghost, whatever that means.

hotshots

So, some of you might be wondering what the hell happened to all those giant robots, and just what the government is doing. Luckily, we were not just tossed into a cell with the key thrown away, but I guess let me get my introduction out of the way. Again.

Obviously, my name's not Lockon Stratos. I'd feel sorry for any kid who had to write that on their tests growing up. My actual name's Neil Dylandy. Honestly, coming on here, you all looked sort of crazy so I had good reason to try and cover myself until I figured out what was what. I kind of see that better now.

It's because I saw what a lot of you were made of that I'm trying to put in whatever good words I can. None of us asked for this crap. But I'm hoping they'll listen to at least some of what I've got to say - it might not mean a lot nowadays, but I used to be Army. It's something, right? So the Feds know things now. Understand that. Maybe there's bastards like Sherman in their ranks too, but there's a chance that has to be taken there.

I'm coming clean with you all because we're all going to have to do that a lot more of that if we're going to get anywhere. There's probably a hell of a lot more work to do. We need to make sure we've got the ability to meet it. Fighting the US Government on top of aliens isn't going to help us, obviously.

We're fine. We're not being held captive. The robots are fine. We can check in on them.

I'm not saying to not be careful around these guys, because I am - why do you think I'm writing this long-assed letter by hand? - but we've gotta find things to trust, hard as it is. I want to trust you guys, but we've gotta make sure the world trusts us too.

[And he leaves it there, because his hand is starting to cramp. Technology has made us all lazy.

Some people might not be happy with him there, but that's fine. It was things that needed to be said - painting the picture that the FBI was actually cooperating with him, which they were, seems like a necessary step. He waits for any responses that might come through, but after that will end up spending most of his day where the aforementioned giant robots are being held.]

[ooc - Anyone who's present around either the mecha pilots hotel or the Mechanical Engineering Department where the aforementioned giant robots are being held can feel free to knock him over at any point in time for this day~]

greenisthenewblack

I guess I'm a couple days late checking in. I was a bit... indisposed. [Hungover, indisposed... same thing.] I'm alive and in one piece, obviously. Don't think my cover was blown, either. How about the rest of you? Kids? Look, a lot of shit's going down, and it's not much, but there's some space in my apartment if someone needs to lay low for a bit.

Someone I know. No offense, but I'd rather not have a complete stranger with who-knows-what powers sleeping on my couch.

Oh. And for anyone who was taking bets... [She holds up a green, glowing hand - glowing right through the gloves, actually] These babies are blasters.

So I might be a ghost.

Alien.

Thing.

flamberge

Who: Gerald Vakarian ~~+ wig~~, Karl Aurion
When: 02/25
Where: Karl's car
What: Time for the cop and the FBI agent to chat.

( wigs just make everything awesome )

adaptivemanipulation

Several days ago I discovered this network. I must say, I am somewhat baffled by it. This doesn't seem to be hooked up to any computer network that I can decipher. How is it that I can write these numbers on a piece of paper or a leaf or any number of things and broadcast my writings to a seemingly invisible series of channels?

My, I must sound quite unintelligent right now - I never thought I'd find the day where I was unable to figure out how a network is assembled.

I'm assuming that many of you have used this thing much longer than I have and are more familiar with it.

I want to research this phenomenon, so please, anyone with any information would do best to help me out. I am one who devotes my time to computer research, so I'm certain I'm more than qualified for the job of figuring this thing out... Unless it has already been done and no one cared to let me know.

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. ]

labrador

[ The man shown on the feed looks anxious and rather frazzled; while he holds his phone in one hand fairly steadily, the other can’t seem to stop messing with his hair, his fingers smoothing through it as though it will somehow help. It doesn’t. Keith can’t understand just what it is that’s happened in regards to this strange network; this is the only way he can think of to find out. ]

Ah, hello! I realise that you all likely have to put up with a lot of confused messages such as this. I apologise for adding to them. But, you see… I arrived in Locke City a few weeks ago, and have just started out as a police officer. But as I'm sure you can understand, things are rather…

[ Just before he gets to finish that sentence, he’s interrupted by a rather large golden labrador jumping up into his lap, and suddenly Keith drops the phone so that he can deal with the sudden addition to this broadcast. Eventually he speaks again, though his phone is now face down on the floor. ]

S-steady, John, steady!

[ A few seconds longer and a rather loud bark later: ] What I meant to say is that if someone could explain this current state of affairs to me, as well, I would be in your debt. I've never seen anything like this before.

Despite my confusion over this network and suddenly being able to connect in this kind of way, please allow me to help you, as well! I will do my best to serve you all in any way that I can. After all, as a police officer, it is my duty to assist the people of Locke City!

[ And perhaps someone can dispel him of some of his oblivious enthusiasm...? ]

whiterabbit_dot_obj

oh god I never thought I'd use the fact that only numbered people can see or hear the Network like this but I need a distraction

I am basically trapped in the conference room at work for lunch while I wait for an audio conference meeting to start

alone

and someone in the office is listening to a 50 Shades audiobook very loudly

I don't know who it is but I can hear everything clearly through the air vents

H E L P

thebartech

[Okay, Numbers Club. He's found this Network, he miraculously figured out how to scroll on a countertop, he's read posts and the FAQ. Only one thing left to say, really.]

So. Aliens huh.

disdainfully

[When Thorir first speaks up, his voice is forceful - demanding and with a hint of accusation in it.] If there are any more members of my family on this network, I want this to be brought to my attention immediately next time. And I'm sure I'm not the only numbered person who feels that way.

That said. [His voice does not quite soften, but loses the edge and instead becomes more factual.]

From what I've seen, there are a number of persons on this network who had to quit their job due to pulses altering their physique too harshly. Due to the situation in the city not being as secure as it used to be, my company has lost a few employees over the last months because they moved away. While those positions can be filled with regular applicants, matters could be rearranged to staff one of the smaller warehouses entirely with numbered persons. The positions that that would offer would include a few movers, an accounts manager and a file clerk. At least one person would need to be able to at least for short spans of time interact with non-numbered people. Training and qualifications could be handled with more lenience in this case, and if physically possible training can be provided, but applicants would have to be able to fill their positions completely within a month at the longest. If this would be possible also depends on the interest in it - either the whole warehouse would be staffed this way, or it wouldn't work. So, please respond if interested in one of those positions.

In a different vein, and not to be seen in connection with what I just said, I'm in need of assistance with telling my wife about this network. Someone with either physical alterations that cannot be explained otherwise, or with magical powers of a similar sort who would be willing to reveal this part about themselves to her would be of great help. She's completely trustworthy, and a compensation could be spoken about if so desired.

[private texts to Eliot and Gabriel]

Is "athelas" part of a language that you can ascribe a people, race or other unit to?

keywarding

[It's Holly again, she's sitting in her room, the camera showing her sitting on her bed with a window behind her that's shut but the curtains are pulled open. She smiles quickly in greeting.] I have a question for any magic users on here.

How do you use it? Do you use spells? Wave a wand? I'm pretty sure I was a witch or a sorceress or something, and I have some things that could be used for it but- I'm stuck on the how.

Any help would be great!

shotguncarnage

Who: Miles Lewis and you~!
When: February 22nd, Saturday
Where: The Mall / Varric's vacinity
What: Mall cop business, and then some downtime being a bodyguard.
Warnings: n/a?

Feel free to create your own scenario for the mall!

( Cigarette break time. OPEN. )

( After work, it's time for... more work! CLOSED. )

moarnomsplz

[Alex is still in his Locke City Academy uniform, but his hair is rumpled, and his tie's been tugged askew.]

Hey, speaking-ing of aliens, I've been wondering. Just how many of us are ree, remembering being one? 'cause I'd like to sort of compare note-zuh, and maybe see if anyone comes from the same world as other-me, and I thought if there was a list of different kind-zuh of aliens in the numbers club, people could find each other easier, zee-err. If they wanted to.

So, does enn, anyone want to contribute to, like, a database of alien types?

I can start. Mine are these fuzzy, zee, blue centaur-things who can shape-shift, and they were fighting-ing other aliens who were like slug-zuh.

saiyanscholar

[So Jeffrey was finally an adult and did something network-related all by himself yesterday. Be proud of him. It wasn’t easy. Go Jeffrey. And it’s given him something very important to ask you all. Something he absolutely hasn't been stressing over for the whole day.]

So, if somebody on here were to find out that they were descended from a species of aliens that wiped out the civilizations of whole planets, exactly how badly would that go over?

[Yeah, nobody will guess his most recent Echo from this. Smooth.]

Current Mood: nervous

grannyfucker

[This post opens up with a photo of some rumpled bedsheets on a bed, with a splotch of some sort of cream substance seeping into the center of it. The sheets, as well as the walls and furniture around the bed, look very similar to the ones shown in a previous post belonging to a particular Mrs. Hunter.]

Happy Valentine's Day, you wankers!

(I mean that in a literal sense, not trying to sound ~sophisticated and British~. I assume most of you are jerking off at the speed of sound over there.)

Just remember to share the love today. And don't forget, don't use protection, to let her know you really love her! After all, herpes is Latin for "he cares"!

So go out there, and show her YOU CARE!

Or, if you don't have a girl of your own to dance the mattress jig with, you can use one of these!

[This is a photo of a fleshlight. Taped on the handle of it is a piece of paper with the words "ALAN'S MOM" written on it.]

Custom molded to match real life vag! It's almost like you're having REAL SEX, without having to worry about actually pleasing anyone! For those of you who are just too pathetic to do anything else.

I'm willing to give this one to the first taker, network exclusive offer! Because I care about all of you and the rotting unspunked jizz curdling into cottage cheese in your wilted little cocks.

(And for the ladies, you should go here, this'll provide you with the full modified cop rhino cock experience!)

pokebonnet

[Somehow a chain email has been forwarded to the network. The culprit? Easy to identify. It's none other than Mrs Ivy "Granny" Curry.]

( SUCH CHAIN, SO EMAIL, WOWE. )

[Happy Valentines Day, Network.]

dead_black_eyes

WHO: Lazarus Lawliet and YOU
WHEN: That loviest of days, February 14, pretty much all day
WHERE: Espresso Yourself
WHAT: Someone higher up on the management ladder saw an ironic valentine and thought it would be awesome if baristas handed out hand-made ones to customers on V-Day. As the shop's resident "writer," L was given some scissors and a magazine and tasked with this. The result... well. Tag this, if you really want to see the result.
WARNINGS: L would rather be detectiving. L's grasps on irony, humor, romance, and valentines are also tenuous at best, especially together. This could get dark.

( I won't let you let me down that easily )

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!

neonnerd

I've seen a number of people asking about echoes and collecting information on what people have received, but as far as I'm aware, there hasn't been much talk on what echoes have revealed about the differences in who you are now, and who you once were.

I don't mean physical differences, of course, but... have any of you seen enough in your echoes to have an idea of what your other self was like? Their family, occupation, personality? Choices they made that you don't understand, or seem to be very different from what you would do?

You don't have to answer in specifics if you're not comfortable, though I would like to have as much data on this as possible. Both out of curiosity, and because I believe the being in my echoes is... quite different from me. And not merely because of the alien robot part.

To put it simply: I am a doctor, and a professor, and he was quite clearly a soldier.

[There's a pause, as he considers saying more on the matter, and then decides to leave it there.

Well, aside from one more thing.]

And a more light-hearted additional question, if I may - have any of you told a non-network member about what's going on, and had them react with... a little more enthusiasm than anticipated?

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.))

stavros

I must ask you something, network.

Do you remember anybody with... very strange names? Or who looked incredibly odd? Or aliens who dressed like frilly strippers?

Surely someone's Echoes must reveal such people.

healspec

[Jan 25, shortly after the meeting and the accidental death of David Proud.]

[Ravi just feels numb, but he realizes it's important to inform the network how things turned out, so here he is. everything is still kind of sinking in, so he doesn't have much to say about it beyond the bare facts.]

Snakes are gone. Proud is dead.

[pause. he considers adding in a 'sorry,' but ultimately decides it's too much effort in his current emotional state and doesn't.]

testsonseashells

Version 3.0

Have found this network because of a string of numbers that you cannot forget. Aside from being able to connect through standard electronic devices, number can establish connection by being punched into fax machines and on sheets of paper, as well as being scratched onto walls. Memory of number is usually accompanied by alteration: discovery of a new memory, item, or physical change. Network members have dubbed these "Echoes" or “Pulses”; will likely continue into foreseeable future. Network not visible to those without connection; observing civilians will see blank pages or device equivalent.

If skeptical about this, write network number on piece of paper. Will understand afterward.

Essential information:

Police once untrustworthy in past; suggest caution in future dealings. Conspiracy once present within police leadership to eliminate network members, led primarily by Detective Jason Sherman and Police Chief Simon Edwards. Small number of policemen are connected to network themselves, and not all were under Sherman's influence, but suggest you err on the side of caution. Corrupt police willing to execute teenagers (video evidence). Network members Raoul Light, Mikasa Bito and Candy Rodriguez disappeared recently, haven't been found since; general suspicion is that police were responsible. Additionally, police were using breed of dog with ability to detect Network members. Recommended you avoid these as well.

LSR clinic can provide safe medical help and will not report anything to the authorities. Located here and run by myself, Dr. Mordin Solus (

testsonseashells) and Dr. Aaron Strider. Strider not currently connected himself, but aware of our existence and sympathetic to cause. Can examine physical echoes and provide treatment options, if necessary. Assure you full confidentiality.

Echoes and Network numbers persist only within Locke City and small zone of Las Vegas; can disappear randomly even within city limits. Leaving Locke or designated Vegas area will cause all memories of the network and any Echoes to disappear. Evidence is here. Returning to Locke or Vegas area generally causes Echoes to return.

Thunder Corp working with police; appear to be furthering other goals of those who command Sherman and Edwards. Responsible for pink additive in water during summer.

Thunder and police working with alien known as Tiny; established contact with Tiny here; claimed to have controlled Earth in past and are now returning to repossess it. Tiny compared enemy forces to gardeners, us to rose thorns.

Complete timeline of significant events:

( a list of events from network inception; not an IC cut )

Resources:
List of safe public servants. Some connections may be expired.
List of researchers and material suppliers. Some connections may be expired.
Spreadsheet for tracking alterations. Not hosted on network itself, but still fairly safe.
Isaac and Miria Dian (

originaloddcouple) willing to provide safehouse at [ADDRESS]. Useful for those with conspicuous physical alterations.
Tony (

sayhitobianca) willing to provide false identifications if necessary.
FAQ version 2.0
FAQ version 1.0

Will keep this updated as necessary. Can notify me if you feel anything missing.

stopinthenameofawe

Who: Melissa and Gerald
Where: A bar! Where else?
When: Friday night
What: Melissa and Gerald accidentally meet up and drink. And then possibly discover that they're network people. Hijinks ensue.
Notes: sorry this took so long to get up. ;;

( what's a cop to do? )

greenisthenewblack

[Sheila's in a bathrobe, looking rather more disheveled and irate than... most people on the network have seen her before. If they've seen her at all. This is, after all, her first video.]

[She'd be more concerned about her appearance if both hands weren't, y'know. Glowing. Glowing green, in fact, with a few black flecks. She gives a deep, exasperated sigh.]

Great. Now I glow.

Other people blast things, or get cyborg implants, or super-strength.

I fucking glow.

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