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[It's text today for Liam, since there's something he doesn't want the network to see.]

Okay I realize aliens are historic and important, and I should probably be more excited right now, but what the fuck is happening to my ears? They're growing or something.

[Growing points, but whatever, let's not advertise that.]

I think I screwed up somewhere. They were sore so I put on a chili pepper extract that I use for my calve muscles after hikes, and now they're just burning like all hell. What can I do to get this stuff off them? Bread?

sylvanguard

[Guess who isn't amused? That's right, her. The reason for her rather annoyed look is because she is now sporting a set of pointed ears that are slightly bigger than her former human ears. Even if she got creative with her hair, its almost certain the tips would peak out.]

Okay not amused. Gabriel this is all your fault! First you rock up with pointy ears and now look! Ears like yours!

[She turns her head so that her ears are more prominently displayed.]

What am I going to do?

[The last question is more rhetorical and is muttered to herself. She might be starting to freak out. Then suddenly looking up she furrows her brows slightly.]

I guess the better question is how do you tell you're family you're different?

thebalrogslayer

[Although Gabriel’s been aware of the network since november and posting on it since the new year, he's been weary of showing his face to those that he doesn't know off it up to now. Sometimes a little bit of anonymity is needed, but unfortunately it seems he no longer has a choice.

Some people might recognise him as the c list celebrity always shoving his charities in people’s faces, others might recognise him from the university, and a few might recognise from the peak of his modelling days. Those who do will notice that he doesn’t look as old as he did (or for those who recognise him from when he was younger that he looks much younger than he should). Assuming that most people won’t know it, though, he opens his post by explaining his problem with a wry smile.]

I appear to be growing young again and it’s a problem. [He’s aware that most people would be pretty happy with the cards he’s been dealt but when there’s recent photographic evidence of how old you looked last month and you’re trying to stay under cover it’s a pain in the arse.] I think this has gone beyond the point where I can claim I’ve had surgery now, especially with these. [He tucks his hair behind his ears, revealing that like his friends', his are now also elongated into elegant points.] As long as I stop before I become a teenager again! Dealing with that once was bad enough. [He laughs. It’s a serious problem, but that doesn’t mean that he has to deal with it seriously.]

I had been hoping to stay in work a while longer, but it’s not going to be possible to work and stay under cover like this. I have the choice of revealing myself and doing what I can to direct the media to paint us with a more positive light or retiring. And I'm not sure that I'm ready to retire! But talking about this openly - or as openly as is safe - affects more than just me, which is why I wanted to ask if anyone had any objections.

I was also wondering, for those of you who also have echoes that mean that you can’t be out and about, what do you do to keep yourself busy and amused?

[Private to the known Tolkiens and Julien]

[He's come prepared! Once he has all of their numbers put in and a private line set up, he holds up a piece of paper with twelve crests on, each named underneath. One of them is recognisable as the crest on Thorir's sword, labeled as 'Fountain'.]

I remembered these. Does anyone else recognise them?

proudbraveandtall

There's a lot of us on this thing, and I'm sure some people would rather not let out that they are part of... all of this. [There's a moment where he turns away and says something behind him, the words coming through muted and garbled because he put his hand over the built-in mic, before he gets back to it.] We're getting a lot more attention than a lot of people are comfortable with, and it's spreading across the country, but for here in Locke- Hættu, nei. Nei.

Sorry. What sort of professionals do we have in Locke who are part of this mess and are willing to see and help others? The family knows a doctor, but is there a dentist, or a lawyer, or any other sort of medical or profe-

[He's interrupted by a series of short barks, not all that high-pitched so likely not from a small dog. So much for good behavior for a couple of minutes.]

-Namely a vet.

[He hasn't started physical changes yet, at least not obvious ones, but he knows something's coming at some point, so he wants to be prepared.]

I should probably put my money where my mouth is - I'm a mechanic that specializes in European cars, but I know American and Japanese ones, too. I've also at least prodded at a lot of other motors, so I'm less likely to lose a finger or something than someone who's never opened a machine before. If you need any work done like that, drop by the Auto Tech on Whitmore and ask for Hjalti, and I'll take you.

arrowpoint

[Liam leans over his tablet, and makes a few swiping gestures at it while he speaks. He looks a touch wary, but not particularly frightened.]

Okay I have a feeling I've found something I shouldn't have, but I think it's kind of too late now to back myself out of this. So, you guys are all a part of all the weird stuff that's going on, yeah? Are you guys the ones with superpowers like on the news or... what?

What does it mean if I can see all this, anyway?

unelven

[ It's been a few weeks now since Teagan has made a video post to the network. At least since the incident that destroyed half of the city, as far as he can remember. He's been busy and more anti-social than normal. He comes onto the screen though, looking good. Very good, as if he had been photo-shopped to seem almost ideal. He's using that to his advantage, keeping his ear tips hidden as best he can manage, but it can't hide that his eyes are most definitely deeply and utterly tired.

He sighs through his nose, pouring himself a glass of wine as he speaks. ]

My nephew, it seems, has decided that now is a good time to move back to Locke. If you ask me, he's looking for an excuse to find adventure in destruction, as young men are want to do. We all have to learn on our own that helping others isn't about adventure and excitement but about doing the right thing for those in need, he might as well learn now.

[ He sips his wine, thinking, before he continues. ]

The question remains, though, how to keep all of this from him. He doesn't need to know any of it, and he'll be better off that way. As he wants to stay in my cabin, I'm open to suggestions.

lordofimladris

Who: Eliot (

lordofimladris) and Teagan (

unelven)
When: March 26, 2014
Where: Teagan's cabin
What: Eliot comes to surprise Teagan, with Vilya.
Warnings: Rings of power and Teagan's a jerk.

( and three given to the elves )

youngestone

[Those sounds you hear are him unpacking stuff.]

So, uh, anyone wanna bet on Vegas being the next Town of Crazy Numbered Hijinks? I mean, that light looked pretty similar to the stuff that shot up from here a few months ago. Does this mean it's less of a "Locke City" thing and more of a--what the hell.

[More rustling and then he flips the feed to video to show off a sword]

I am getting really tired of finding stuff in places when it wasn't there a week ago. Pulses I can handle. Finding swords in my suitcase or boots under the bed or bows in the closet, not so much. Next it'll be axes in the freezer or something, I swear to God.

[Siiiiigh]

Anyone, d'you think the pink light means it's an Earth thing and not just a Locke City thing?

moreweaponsthanyou

I've got a quick question.

So my past self apparently did some rather stupid shit. Enough that I'm feeling embarrassed just remembering it. Does this count as second-hand embarrassment or no?

[Private to Doctor Percell - Voice]
I've finished the sketches. Is there a good time for me to drop them off?

[Private to Thorir and Killian - Video]
Guess what I found underneath my bed. Or rather, what the dogs found. [He hold up a pair of swords.]

Maybe we should all check underneath our beds? Or maybe the closets too?

disdainfully

Who: OPEN!!! Anyone and everyone is welcome here, please drop in!
When: March 15th.
Where: The Thorsson backyard.
What: Sparring! Characters who have no weapons yet but want to try out something, or who want to try out new weapons, are welcome as well!
Warnings: Violence.

Imagine that there was a network post asking for people to come to a afternoon of sparring and training/trying to force echoes. There was a specific emphasis in the post for people to not bring powers or firearms into the mix, only all kinds of short range weapons - swords, axes, knives, maces, halberds, anything really. A part of the idea, as was explained, was not only to provide a place to try out different weapons but also to have multiple people use weapons in a small area, allowing for battle echoes.

So the day has come! The place is the backyard of the Thorsson's downtown store/private buildings, a relatively large areal closed off with buildings belonging to the family on all sides.

There are all kinds of weapons - real ones and some larp weapons as well - on a table in a corner of the backyard that cannot be used for sparring since swings, a sandbox and a bench are located there. Protective gear like chainmail and helmets can be found as well. Some refreshments in form of apples, juice boxes and bananas, all in open boxes, have been placed next to them along with water in bottles.

So those that brought no weapons can borrow those proffered, and those that brought their own ones can try out others as well.

[OOC: Please post your own thread starters and tag each other!]

unelven

Who: Eliot (

lordofimladris) and Teagan (

unelven)
When: Backdated to lets say March 6th
Where: Teagan's cabin.
What: Teagan's nightmares from that one echo make him call his doctor.
Warning: descriptions of intense violence in echoes.

( Doctor doctor, give me the news )

sahin

I don't suppose this snake attack had anything to do with these numbers, does it?

[It's a shame sarcasm doesn't come off in writing, but that's the nature of the beast.]

If I may, are initial echoes often not... immediately useful? Or is it against your established protocol to openly discuss them?

skycutter

Hey, hooray we did it, we beat the thing at the farmhouse and a big pink snake monster in one day. [For someone who's talking about victories, he sure sounds pretty unenthusiastic about it. Deadpan even.

Hey, who is this anyway? A new-- oh no wait, it's that "Raven" kid. His voice is significantly deeper though, which is a strange thing if you talked to him just the day before, in the battles at the farmhouse or business district-- or if you even know him from the local high school, or just plain know him for some reason-- because he had your typical pre-pubescent boy voice.]

Just. Well... Ugh.

Is there a doctor who can magic away muscle aches and pains? I don't have like serious wounds or anything, but physical exertion isn't my thing and I'm definitely paying for it now because I overdid it yesterday. Or should I stuff myself full of painkillers and hope for the best? [~~HOPE HURR HURR~~ If his past-life buds make a pun about that he's going to make his dog fart on their faces.]

Is there school? I don't know, I just woke up-- definitely not going though. Is LCHS even still standing, or did something else happen in the city while I was sleeping? I hope nothing happened, I've got important stuff in my locker.

[Pause. His mother is talking to him in the background, but he has his hand over the smartphone mic so her words cant be heard. The kid though, he can definitely be heard saying "OH THANK G... bwuh-- I'M NOT ON TV". Loudly.]

lordofimladris

[This time Eliot switches on the video from his library, a warm looking room filled with books. There is a glimpse of a cup of tea to one side, it's been a cold evening. His expression is fairly serious though, this is not a social post for him.]

I have a favor to ask of the community at large- I am seeking an artist for a particular job.

I seek someone able to paint of a certain place entirely from a verbal description. Of course there will be payment made, we can negotiate a fair price. Any inquiries can be made directly to me, this is a project I am hoping to be completed not just for my own sake.

[And there is a part of him who longs to see Rivendell once more, even if it's simply upon a canvas.]

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. ]

unelven

[ It took Teagan some time to decide whether or not to share this information, and he does so while he's working, from his tablet. Hence the lack of commitment. ]

If anyone knows the name Bilbo Baggins, I remember who he is. If this information can help anyone piece together their own memories, contact me privately.

As an aside, my dogs are still missing, and I would be grateful for any information on their whereabouts, should anyone spot one or two greyhounds in sweaters wandering around.

professorwolf

[There's a somewhat frustrated, exhausted, and pained-sounding biology teacher on the network Thursday morning, before school starts.]

I am officially calling in sick until Monday. At least Monday. I went wolf last night. It wasn't the full moon, that's tomorrow night. I don't know what happened. If I ran into you... I am so sorry. I don't know what changed, but something did.

So. I'll be needing my clavigers tonight. It might happen again. If you aren't too busy. Friday is taken care of, but tonight... I don't think I can manage it.

Also, if someone could perhaps send one of the doctors over here... I believe I got shot at some point? Not that I blame whoever did it. But it is a little inconvenient, and my bandaging isn't as good as it could be.

[Apparently he's got a bit of understatement going on there. Inconvenient, indeed. At that point, he signs off, at least until people start contacting him back.]

lordofimladris

Who: Eliot and Fil
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Eliot's lake house
What: Fun with dwarvish runes

( For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. )

thebalrogslayer

Who: Gabriel, Eliot, Teagan and Thorin
When: Evening of the 7th
Where: Gabriel's flat and then a bar crawl
What: The adult Tolkiens go out for drinks
Warnings: Hopefully there won't need to be one for Thorir and Teagan being childish but I'll put a warning for it just in case.

( To heal my heart and drown my woe )

youngestone

[This is probably the first time Killian's ever not used his webcam to make a Network post with his laptop but he really, really doesn't want to deal with people asking if he's okay right now. He knows he looks exhausted and like he's been crying and he is so very sick of that right now. He can at least keep his voice semi-normal.]

Hey, anyone here know a program or something that'll let me use a scanner and copy papers and pictures and stuff? Going through Mom's things, finally, and...I kinda want to keep some of this stuff in good condition, you know? Send some of the pictures to relatives and stuff. If anyone knows a good place to get stuff framed, that'd be great too.

[He nearly asks if anyone else has ever had to deal with what he found out but he figures that the answer would be a resounding "no" because seriously his life is a freaking soap opera.]

Oh, uh, it's been a while since I asked last but what with new people popping on all the time I figured it can't hurt to try again. Anyone recognize the names Rivendell, Bag End, Gandalf, or Bilbo Baggins? They're from pulses.

[Those, he thinks, might get better results than the other names he recognizes since Aaron knew the first one and gave him the pulses for Bag End and Gandalf]

( Private Texts Sent to: Skyler, Chloe, and Shou )

disdainfully

Who: Thorir, Gabriel, Eliot
When: 6th of February; follow up to this thread.
Where: Eliot's house; Thorir's apartment and maybe somewhere else.
What: Sometimes you need your friends with finding out that you have more nephews than thought or getting horrible echoes.

lordofimladris

[The video turns on from Eliot's tablet which is propped up against the book he is holding. The gentle sound of running water can be heard and a small glimpse of the lake may be seen. It's a peaceful place, calming.

Eliot himself is composed as always though his gaze is focused more out towards the water, watching the ripples on the surface before glancing back at the screen.]

I have been remiss in investigating this, network it seems. So I bid you all hello then, I look forward to what there is to discover here.

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