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[ well hello, reincarnates. he's walking with his phone turned on himself. black and red track suit, shades as usual, earphones popped in. it's early morning, sky's already deep blue... there's a gorgeous building in the background, a hotel probably, palm trees, a few fancy looking parked cars in the area and... a police presence behind him, scouring around the boundary of the hotel grounds. ]

Look like some shit went down. Don't know what- got told to keep it movin'. Whatever, man, I ain't gettin' myself into any trouble with the cops in Vegas. Didn't think I'd see anythin' while out runnin' though-

[ he gets cut off by one of the cops yelling at him. he slows down and looks back to them. ]

'Scuse me, a man can't facechat? ... yeah, whatever, I ain't interested in your shit. ...does it look like I'm doin' it for the vine?? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph... yeah, you tell yourself that, man. I'm goin'.

[ whatever the cop was saying, the phone didn't pick it up. miles looks back into the phone and picks up the pace again. ]

So yeah, fuckin' whatever. Good mornin' from sunny Las Vegas.

bravelyspoken

[ Emery has sort of been... hiding a little since Wise snake. The hiding might be related to the fact that he was throwing snakes around with TK and although he didn't give anyone his name or anything (or really stick around for too long, and he tried to hide) he's decently paranoid about the FBI turning up on his doorstep.

Still. He squints at his webcam as he turns it on, adjusting it slightly with intense concentration before blinking and sitting back to smile brightly. ]

Right! I know everyone is... busy and everything, with... aliens and, err, investigations.

[ Distinctly uncomfortable here. He scratches the back of his head. ]

And, if, you know -- anyone needs any help or something please just say. I'm not rolling in money but I have a sofa and I'm a half decent cook. It isn't our fault, what's happening to us, and nobody should suffer for it.

[ He frowns in concern, fidgeting for a moment, then forces a brighter smile. ]

Anyway! Aside from all that, I have a really important question.

[ He turns -- and obviously he's in a computer chair because it spins around and wheels back. There's a faint mewing sound, then Emery is hauling a enormous Maine Coon into his lap. It flicks an ear unhappily, and he just scritches it and cradles it like a baby. ]

If you had to name this cat, what would you call it? Oh -- it's a boy, by the way.

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. ]

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.

pokebonnet

[Suddenly a little old lady wearing an amazingly elaborate hat is waving at you. Those of you new to the network, you might have seen her before from that interview about the police sex scandal. Behind her a buff, bearded blond man is doing some sort of interpretive dance while dressed in bee-stripes.]

Hello dears! I'm just popping in to say that the Curry family is doing all right! More than all right! The rest of the family knows we're superheroes now, but they're coming around to it. Well, most of them. I'm sure Artie's brother Sully will eventually.

Anyhow! I just thought everyone should know that when we got back to Artie's apartment after the fight we found scripts and costumes for a play! It's called The Death Rains of Swansea and I think it's by the other Ivy and Mr Tunstell and it's very lovely! In fact, Artie and I want to put it on as a show! We're going to need actors though! And people to work backstage.

It's a beautiful, touching love story about the tragic love between a vampire queen and an alpha werewolf! Artie's already playing the hero, of course, but we need the leading lady--I'm a bit too old for these ingenue parts--and a villain and of course a lot of people to play the other vampires and werewolves.

Anyhow, we'll hold auditions next weekend. That ought to be long enough time to find a theatre we can do the show in. Oh! Mr Lyall, if you can see this, why don't you ask if the school will let us use theirs.

atethecanary

People are annoying enough without having to hear every single thing they're whispering about.

[Julian didn't plan on having to deal with snake attacks and getting super hearing back this week. His voice shows he obviously isn't a very happy camper right now, and it's equal parts cranky and demanding.]

I have earplugs but it's not like I can use those all the time. Someone tell me how to make it better.

[Private to Lyall]

Whoever you are Nick told me you could help. Now fix it.

shotguncarnage

[ okay, okay, so he's had some explanations given to him. he's checked the network out a little. he's not much into social media but he's gotten something of a crash course going through the most recent entries.

it's painful, man. ]

is there some kinda facebook "ignore this user" function on this thing?

[ 'cause man, facebook is surprisingly great for that kind of shit. he can't even remember the last time he saw a farmville request on his feed. ]

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. ]

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. )

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