savetheearth | Entries tagged with middle earth: kili

It's the second week of November. Who wants to help me come up with a good excuse to tell my mother why I won't be at Thanksgiving this year? Preferably one that sounds plausible and not like she should expect to see me on the nightly news.

dead_black_eyes

[Lazarus' number is written on a blackboard with a piece of chalk, opening a connection to the network. Dim light streams in through the high, dusty windows, falling on broken-down desks in a decrepit, once-grand lecture hall. A broom leans in the corner, along with several trash bags; Lazarus himself is wearing crummy clothes and more than a little breathless and sweaty. You would be too, if you'd been working on solo renovations for hours.]

If any of you are familiar with the building that was formerly the Willow Ridge Boarding Academy in Locke City... like back in the 1970's... it's ours now. It was briefly a linen processing facility but it wound up being foreclosed on when the company went bankrupt, so I went ahead and bought it from the bank. Under a different name, of course.

[He takes a second to shrug out of his sweater, draping it across one of the desks.]

The building's big, with a spacious basement. I want to move Project Jump as soon as possible to this new location, since both I and Espresso Yourself are too well-known at this point and I don't think it's safe for it to remain. I can rent a truck but the more discreet the move is, the better. It has to happen very soon. In the meantime... I'm going to continue to work on renovations. Security. Furnishing accommodations... on that note, if anyone has any computer monitors, servers or any other equipment they're willing to sell or donate, I'm more than interested.

[He returns to what he was doing before he opened the connection, which is, apparently, using an axe to break apart unsalvageable desks and bagging up the resulting debris to clear some space.]

youngestone

[Killian is...not a happy camper, which is why the post is voice only]

Anyone who knew my dad--Hjalti--he's gone off Network. He'll still be in Vegas and he's an ally, but...yeah. Happy fucking birthday to me. Last year it was just bombs! Now it's...

[There's quiet before something smashes against a wall somewhere]

Fuck this shit, man. People are dying because their family's Numbered, people are being killed because they're Numbered, families are breaking apart, people are having to leave their homes, giant freaky monsters appear wherever we go, my girlfriend is still in the hospital from the last one, the world is literally falling apart and I can't even fucking drink. Apparently he could, though, he was seventy-seven which was still basically immature young adult for Dwarves so, y'know. That's a thing.

[More silence, another broken glass something, and the feed cuts off.

Anyone in Erebor will find him on the floor in the room he claimed for himself, two broken glass statues nearby.]

flamberge

[Karl had not only run to the scene of the crime as soon as the news reached him but then made a beeline for the hospital. Only once having confirmed Danny's status and possibly at the same time the media is starting to hone in on the story does he opt to update the Network.]

For those of you who have yet to hear the news, the Fenton family had been attacked in their own home today. Among the fatalities were two as of yet unknown gunmen and three members of the Fenton family. Danny is alive and in stable condition, apparently unharmed. He's presently at [insert name of some hospital plus the room number]. Should visiting hours be over, mention my name and you ought to be able to see him without much hassle. If anyone requires a lift, I can provide that, as well.

[It had been less painful to convince the doctors of that than expected. Between police orders to ensure the boy's mental stability and the sheer tragedy of what happened, no one wanted to refuse the idea.

Karl almost ends the post there but decides to add one final thing.]

Please, should you be even vaguely acquainted with him, come visit. You'll have my gratitude.

((ooc: details of what happened are here and danny's open hospital log is here!))

arrowpoint

[Still adjusting to his new super-sight, Liam is wearing glasses when he shows up on the screen. A hint of general anxiety is shown by some fidgeting.]

Okay so... things are bad in Locke, right? I haven't been back in a while. People are talking about moving, and I don't want to move. It's like a second home to me, you know?

[He'd spent a lot of time feeling like he wanted to get away from Locke when his sea-longing first kicked in, but now...]

My family has had property there since I was a kid... I mean I get that the property won't go anywhere, but I'm kind of attached to it.

[Liam takes a deep breath then sits back from the camera. When he speaks again, he's less somber.]

Okay, distraction time. So, a lot of people I know have names for their past lives or old selves or whatever - is that pretty common? I figured I should get one too, if that's the case. Don't want to be left out. Any ideas?

[Wait.]

...Okay nobody say "butthead" or something.

dead_black_eyes

[Notably, it's the first time L's put his face on the Network. It's composed and deliberate; he looks into the camera with a cold gaze that never falters or glances aside even for a moment as he speaks. His voice is similarly frigid, tone flat and emotionless.]

I'm sure many of you know this already, but Anthony Janvier was gunned down on Friday. He was at work, and it was a barbaric act of mob violence scarcely befitting such a gentle soul. He was brave and kind to his last moment, and I don't think I only speak for myself when I say I have lost a friend.

[He hasn't blinked yet; that stare could burn holes in liars and killers. It's a dare, a challenge to acknowledge futility and look away first.]

I'm not sentimental, or Catholic. Anthony was both. His funeral is tomorrow morning, because that's what people do: we mourn, we remember, and we mend. I understand that there are some who intend to picket the funeral; if you're afraid, don't bother coming, but if you're not... it's Friday, 10 AM at the Sacred Heart Cathedral.

[[OOC: The funeral is up! Please feel free to use it as a mingle post and start your own prompts.]]

arrowpoint

[Liam's looking rather excited and shocked today when he turns on the laptop in his hotel room. It's apparent that he wants to look at the camera to speak to the network, but he's also unable to take his eyes off of whatever it outside the window to the side... which in this case is everything.]

Guys, guys... you will not believe this! I can see like... forever!

gogoghostpowers

[Danny's number is hastily scrawled across some paper--even just from seeing it you can tell how thin and crappy it is. More importantly, though, it has the following printed on it.]

[To the side, the handwriting is messy and frantic.]

quick, somebody tell me the answer to this question I only have 2 minutes left for it and I have no idea what any of these mean!

onecream_fivesugar

[When the feed starts. The camera is focused on the ceiling. A second later Robyn pokes her head into the frame, her eyes wide with excitement. Oddly enough she looks a touch different compared to normal, her black hair now seems have some red highlights to it.]

Guys! This is so cool, you'll never guess what my dad echoed back last night!

[She'll adjust the webcam so there's a view of her living room floor where a behemoth of a dog is lazing around.]

Come on boy! Come say hi to everyone!

[The dog wont get up, he'll open his mouse and give the camera a doggy grin.]

Okay, never mind. Just stay there.

[She'll move over toward the dog and scratch behind his ears. He'll wag his tail which will thump against the floor with surprising force.]

So his name is Mouse and he belonged to my dads past self or whatever. Isn't he just the coolest?

theearth

Who: Open!
What: Crustacean commotion. CRAB BATTLE.
When: 26th September, daytime
Where: Las Vegas, flooded area and surroundings
Warnings: Violence. If your thread requires more warnings, please note them in your comment header!

( Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs? )

youngestone

[Today's video is coming to you live from inside Erebor! Killian is looking pretty dusty, and behind him you can see a sort of blockade. Beyond the blockade looks dark and dangerous, but where Killian is there's a lot of space, it's clean, and there's some lights set up]

So! We can't get in the front door of the mountain just yet, we'd need way too much machinery to break through that mess. But we did find another way in [read: they made their own damn side door] and it's pretty secure in here. If anyone needs a safe place for a while, just let one of us know and we can get you in here. Still trying to figure out how to get wifi and cell service in a mountain, but hey, it's safe here. I'm pretty not even a giant crab could get in here.

[Just saying. Also his cat starts climbing on his shoulders as he speaks. Killian just ignores her]

There's only a few rooms that are safe for people to stay in right now, but we're trying to get more before we head back to Locke for a while. [To himself as he goes to kill the feed:] Hopefully we'll find a kitchen soon, too.

gogoghostpowers

[Today's video of Danny brought to you with a wide grin on Cure Phantom's face and a backdrop of eyesearing bright green. It could be mistaken for a glowing green screen, if not for the fact that the color is subtly shifting in the background, and are those...floating boulders?]

Guys--guys, I figured it out! All those weird little portals that have been showing up in Locke lately? They're ghost portals! There's--this is some place called the Ghost Zone, it's like a whole other dimension where all ghosts come from!

This is--[Danny looks up and his eyes widen.] Oh--whoa, whoa!

[The video starts shaking and it's not clear what's going on, beyond the fact that the green in the background becomes a clear sky blue. Once the video stabilizes, though, it becomes clear that Danny's back in the human world. As he swings the phone around to show the sights before him, a small mountain range comes into view.]

...wow, okay, uh. I guess I'm in Vegas now.

mistakesmakeuswhoweare

Today is "Talk Like a Pirate Day." I feel like I ought to do something for that. On the other hand, all those "pirate" trappings are completely ridiculous. Hook hands make for very poor penmanship, for instance.

gogoghostpowers

[Time for a phone selfie video! I hope you like this kinda-shaky view of Danny from the shoulders up as he sits on his bed.]

Okay, so I got asked to check out the new mountain that popped up in Vegas--see if anything's in there that we ought to know about. Well...the answer's no.

[The camera shakes for a moment and when it stabilizes, Danny has a hand pressed up against the side of his head and grimacing as though he's got a bad headache.]

The place is totally empty. I didn't find anything--except for a couple of old bodies, which, uh, ew. Anyway, I don't know how much that helps, but...there you go, I guess. If that matters to--[the video shifts and looks up at where the wall and ceiling of Danny's bedroom meet.]

Hang on, I don't--why am I--Ahh!!

[There's a dull thud noise, and then silence for a few moments. Danny's hand passes over the video a few times, trying to grasp at the phone but failing. When he talks, his voice suddenly sounds very far away.]

Okay, uhhh. Change of plans. Can somebody come over here and help me find myself?

arrowpoint

[Well, somebody has a nice tan... well, maybe a bit of a burn too, but hey that's the price to pay for a nice vacation. ]

So I got this hat. Do you think it hides my ears okay, guys? I'm hoping it will last until I can start with winter hats.

[adjusts the hat on his head to demonstrate.]

Also I've been out of town for a bit, so I'm sort of out of the loop... what I miss?

( image under cut )

thebalrogslayer

[Gabriel stands on his patio in a loose white shirt. Those who have been to his house before might have noticed that he's moved some of the plants to make a space. Those who haven't might notice the bucket that he's placed beside him.

That's right. He got tagged. It's time for the ice bucket challenge.

He tuts, flicking his hair in mock annoyance, although he's unable to erase the smile that twitches the corner of his lips.]

And here I was thinking I'd get away without being tagged. Thanks for nothing, Ellen. [The mention of one of his off-network friends might be enough to tell some people that he's recording this to post across social media as well as across the Network.

Taking a step back, he picks up the bucket, takes a breath and grits his teeth, and then dumps it over himself completing the challenge.] Fuck oh fuck me. [With the wet shirt contest that he's just started some people might be inclined to take him up on the invitation... he hops about for a moment, trying not to over react, but at the same time] Fuck that's cold!

Aah, ah, right, who was I going to tag, who hasn't been tagged yet. [He had actually thought about this before hand but he's somewhat distracted now.] Right, Nicola, Sam and Beki, and Thorir and Julien. Oh, and Geoff Benwick, Badri Barkley and Meredith Chownyk.

[Yes he did just challenge the aliens alongside a few of his friends, off network and on. No he's not sure what the consequence will be, but why not? It's all for a good cause after all. He gives a slightly shaky smirk and a wave, and then ends the video so he can go and change.]

proudbraveandtall

For anyone in Vegas, if you find an opening into that mountain, don't go in it.

[There's a clink of ice against glass, a muttered curse in a language that's not English, liquid pouring.]

There could be a dragon inside.

ghostly_heiress

I'm sorry if no one could contact me for the last two weeks.

And I have a question for the Network.

How common is it for people to temporarily lose all their echoes?

[For anyone who knows her in real life and might have paid attention, she was in the hospital for a good chunk of that time. Nothing like relapsing illnesses.]

abhero

So, about the aliens.

You know the perky one? He was handing out ice cream last week, and then came to the shell freaks’ meeting-- I think his name’s Badri. We talked at the ice cream thing, and I asked him if he had cool alien powers. He said he can’t used them on me, but he can show me how it works on a pigeon.

[There’s a pause. Emil looks uncomfortable, and not because Badri made him pinky-swear not to tell.]

He looked at it and it just-- I don’t know what he did, but the pigeon freaked out. It couldn’t move but you could tell it’s suffering. Then he let go and it just died. Keeled over. Badri said it’s because, and I quote, “the severe mental trauma”. He also said that usually it only happens to more intelligent creatures. [Another pause, and he gives the camera a meaningful look.] More intelligent. He can literally scare people to death with his mind.

And It’s not just him having creepy powers. You should’ve seen the way he acted-- he kept smiling like it’s a game. When the pigeon died he was all like [Emil does a rather convincing impression of Badri’s voice] “Oops! Didn’t mean to kill it, must be the severe mental trauma, tee-hee-hee!”

I know they’ve been okay so far, but it was fucked up. What kind of person tortures an animal just to demonstrate something and smiles while he’s doing it?

sylvanguard

Ariel appears on the network through the video feed of her laptop looking fairly worried but also a little annoyed.]

Has anyone seen or heard from Liam over the weekend? I know hes been having some troubles lately, but he usually keeps in touch with me. Except he stopped doing that Saturday. [Only she hadn't noticed until Monday because of reasons.] His last text was pretty normal for him so now I'm worried that he might have been kidnapped.

Before anyone asks, yes I've been to his house and no he isn't there and Jack seems to be gone too. I am really worried about him though, Like seriously worried. Anyone who has known him for five minutes will know why.

nowi_wins

So.... I was just wondering....

[After this incident, Nora figures her best bet is to reach out to her fellow numbered. Maybe someone can shed a little light on what she should do. Better be subtle though.]

Does anybody know anything about, like, dragons maybe?

[Very subtle.

A couple of months ago, this would have been the coolest thing ever. But now? With the numbered being target by the mafia and cultists and monsters, a big showy echo like this seems... dangerous.]

disdainfully

[He looks angry when the feed comes on - frustrated, yes, tired as well, but it has been sitting for long enough to boil down to anger and harsh contempt, with a ferocity that he didn't think he'd be capable of. ...The impression is somewhat tampered with that he has a baby sleeping on his arm, legs and feet dangling down and head in his hand. It strengthens the impression that something with his proportions is off - arms and hands thicker and larger than they should be in relation to their length, and the same goes for the rest of his body.]

Henry will not return to our house, or Locke in general. We've been battling the administration for his custody for nearly a month now, and they will not return him into our foster care no matter what we do. [His frown deepens for a moment as his voice becomes steel.] I spoke to some ...friends and acquaintances, and it seems that they now will take all measures that are not illegal to keep numbered from fostering children, even and especially if they're numbered themselves. ...And will try to remove numbered children in the system from the boundaries in which echoes are retained. Maybe it's only the department that was responsible in our case, but we've also been advised that complaints to higher levels will only affect him and our cause negatively, so that doesn't help us.

In the same line, none of our complaints regarding the vandalism against our storefronts seem to be leading anyway. Either they are not processed at all or we're told that there is no way to catch those that committed them anyway, so they'll not waste their time looking into it further.

[The baby stirs and he goes quiet for a moment to rock it, and when he speaks again he has tried to soften his voice to not wake the baby boy from his sleep.] That said, if anyone needs a bed and room to stay for a while because of them kicked out of their homes for being numbered, we now have a free ones. [And he doesn't sound happy about that, either.] My sons will not return to Locke for their safety, nor will my parents.

On a less serious note, it seems that I pulsed back a number of tattoos a few days ago. I assume that I won't have to treat them like new ones, as they already seem fully healed, but has someone else experience with echoed tattoos?

mistakesmakeuswhoweare

Who: Isabela and You!
Where: Bookstore in the Locke City Business District
What: Under her nom de plume of Naishe Rivera, Isabela is doing a book signing in honor of her newest release!
When: Sunday, August 17th, afternoon.
Warnings: None yet? Unless you count the romance novels themselves... 'Cause, y'know. Romance novels.

( Pirate purple prose! )

belphe

To the employees of Espresso Yourself:

The owner and manager, Lazarus Lawliet, has been hospitalized, along with your coworker Tony, and it is uncertain when they will be returning to work. While they are both alive, they are far from well at the moment. This will, in no way, effect your employment, paychecks, or living arrangements if you are currently residing in the lodging area. Deliveries will be made as scheduled this Friday evening, and business is expected to continue as usual.

If you have any questions about the weekly schedule or would like to request time off, I will be handling the management duties until L returns. For those who are concerned, I will keep you updated on L's and Tony's conditions as best as I can.

Thank you for your time.

hustru

[The young woman in the feed, though dressed neatly, looks a bit disshelved, like someone who has been running around for a while - and also absolutely furious (she's not, she's worried, but that's what her face and body language like to do to most of her emotional states. Make her look angry and like she wants to kill someone).]

Has someone seen Floweregg?

White, fluffy puppy. Looks about three months. Missing since this morning. [Her English is suffering a bit from her mental state, the words coming out much flatter and graver than they would normally.

...what else?] Can talk. [That is probably important.]

[ooc: Floweregg is in Las Vegas, but people might have seen her around Locke in the morning until roughly 10:30, or in the Espresso Yourself shortly after - or as she left the pool in Las Vegas and headed out of the hotel afterwards around 11. Someone used the teleporter to go see a friend. There is a thread for logging with her while she is in Vegas here!]

mistakesmakeuswhoweare

All right, so... Short notice, but my publisher has me doing a book signing this weekend for my latest release.

If anyone decides to show up, do me a favor and remember to call me "Naishe" while you're there.

brotimaeus

L is missing.
If you're not familiar with his name, he currently runs Espresso Yourself.
If anyone heard from him in the last 24 hours, let me know.

arrowpoint

[Liam's not looking well when his face shows up on the mirror. The deep bags under his eyes suggest that he hasn't been sleeping, and when he speaks he sounds a bit... cranky.]

So guys... I'm lost here. I need like, a news update or something. My brain is fried. What's going on? Crazy machine making people disappear, mafia stuff... what am I missing?

[He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a tired breath.]

Is everybody okay now? You know, sort of?

[A pause.]

Also anybody got any tips on getting some sleep? Or... nightmares?

moreweaponsthanyou

first thing first, what's the date and time?

SECOND: THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: IF YOU SEE AN ODD LOOKING MACHINE WITH A STRANGE GLOWING SYMBOL AND LOTS OF INVITING BUTTONS DO NOT GIVE IN TO THE URGE TO TOUCH SAID MACHINE. IT WILL BE TRAUMATIZING.

so much trauma. and near death by drowning.

BEFORE I FORGET SOMEONE NEEDS TO CALL THE COPS; THERE'S A DEAD BODY IN THE POOL. damnit i think i recognize that face too. it's the guy who was screaming about cultists getting him a couple days ago.

thunder corp owes me a new phone, pretty sure mine is dead. ALSO BY DROWNING.

youngestone

[Killian is on his phone, leaning against the motorcycle his dad got him and not happy. Panicked, really. Behind him, you can see Espresso Yourself.]

For the record? Nobody touch that fucking Project Hop or whatever. I get in there with the next delivery of jewelery for L and what do I see?

[He runs a hand through his already messy hair]

My brother punching buttons on it like a goddamn idiot and then fucking disappearing like he was never there. [For the record, he means Fil.] Fuck--I'm the one who does stupid shit! He's the smart one! My girlfriend has stitches thanks to the fucking mob, my dad got the shit beat out of him by the fucking mob, Espresso Yourself got attacked by the fucking mob, the radio's insulting everyone and their brother, the government is doing fuck all, and now my brother's gone and literally fucking vanished in midair!

[Killian swears a lot when he's panicky, sorry.]

I'm not blaming anybody except Thunder Corp and the mob, obviously, but this is some epic grade A bullshit. No one touch that machine.

[He goes to hang up before remembering]

Anyone needs me, try Ariel's and don't bother looking at the stables. Had to quit.

[And cut]

grannyfucker

[Today is your lucky day, network, because the mystery of the identity of Simon Fucking Edwards is finally solved. Broadcasting from the same number as all those panic-inducing posts in the past is this chump, in his first full face video broadcast on the network ever.

Too bad it's under less than favorable circumstances. The background of the video is dark and his face is pale, lit up only by his phone's screen as he speaks into it in frantic, whispered tones. The camera jostles every few moments and Jovan is looking around frantically.]

Help! Help me, I--shit--the cult freaks grabbed me and they're--I don't know what they're doing to me now, I don't know what they want from me!

[He looks distressed and...almost to the point of tears, even.]

Somebody fucking--find me and save me!

[That's where the video cuts out.]

ursoreckless

[ shou is back from his sudden disappearance. he is also looking a bit like he was chewing on something bitter and that he is also pretty tired. hello jet lag, he really doesn't need you to stick around right now. ]

This is starting to get ridiculous. First it's 'oh no, the police are going to kill us', then it was the thunderasses or whatever, and now it's the mob. And now people are all 'whine whine the normals are out to get us'... Well, yeah, that's one of the problems of coming out of the supernatural closet. C'mon, I can't be the only person who watches movies with similar plots, can I? Next, you'll be telling me that aliens don't come to earth to eat our brains.

I might be joking about that last bit.

Hey, here's something to think of from your uncle Shou - mebbe the mob are after us because they are doing something illegal and we're too much of a bunch of powered goodies getting in their way.

...Fuck, what a bad month it's been. I think I'm going to drown myself and mebbe get some sleep at the same time.

[ and have a salute before the feed goes dead. for anyone he talks to regularly, he had an emergency in the family and had jetted off to Japan. he might have messaged a couple people but when in a rush, it may not have gone through completely. feel free to yell at him about it. ]

talkshitgetsis

Rei Ikari, here to be publicly crucified.

This month I've seen a lot of people talking about run-ins with certain groups of people that have left them beaten, distressed, or otherwise roughed up. Continually, certain people find out that we're numbered. And when that happens, people get hurt or people get in trouble because you find yourselves in positions that make you something dangerous or to be feared. Something worth taking the time to stamp out.

We're in a position where we only have each other to rely on. And to be frank, I don't think we're very reliable.

[There's a smugness as she touches her hand to her chest.]

Of course I am in no such position. I have long since been relinquished into the care of our national officials. I have access to a safe, air tights government facility in which I can find total respite. I have demonstrated a usefulness to them, and therefore am allotted cooperation. Protection.

[She lifts up her bangs, running a finger along her forehead to make a point.]

And look at this. No scars where my brain was scooped out of my head and experimented on. I haven't had drills slid into my temple, no vivisections, no experimentation. No marks from injections in my arm. I've been treated perfectly reasonably aside from some bothersome monitoring. But I have nothing to hide. For the most part, I am allowed to do as I please.

When the day comes that we're all found out and deemed such a threat to society that cannot be controlled, and it isn't just select mafia groups and crooked cops throwing stones at us, I will not be one of the ones laying in a pool of my own blood. I will be alongside the government, being touted as one of the "good ones." I'll be able to live the rest of my life. It'll be in government hands, and as their tool from time to time, but at least I'll live.

I've made it clear to them that I wish them no harm and am very willing to cooperate. You all should start considering doing the same before you start running out of options.

espigeonage

Well, I've gone and had a modelling milestone I should've seen coming. While I wrap my head around it, here's a game you shouldn't play unless you're prepared for awfulness: google yourself, what you're known by to the public, or just someone network-famous plus porn. How bad are your results? Can you top mine?

Oh, and I have uncovered an old safehouse. A very nice old safehouse. It's got two pools, hot and cold running roombas, and goddamn twelve cats. A beach party's not really feasible right now, but this should be different. I want people to come see and hang out! Send me a private message.

grannyfucker

[The first part of this post is a screenshot of a text conversation on his phone--a pretty one-sided one at that. By which I mean, entirely one-sided. The 'conversation' is as follows:

abducted by cultists around 10pm
headed to either davie's apartment or "underground fountain"
names james, davie, chloe, 2 more
have guns, knives, 1 automatic gun
help HELP
call Eileen

After attaching the image, Jovan switches back to his usual text format.]

^^^ what the fuck is this supposed to be?! I just got sent this from that lady working at the hotel that's giving us free rooms, Bunbright or something. If this is a prank, it's a really shit one, I'll just say right now.

I have no fucking idea where Davie's apartment is. Or what this "underground fountain" is supposed to be, are those even a thing?!

and who the FUCK is Eileen

holy fuck, somebody do something, i am STARTING TO FREAK OUT A LITTLE over here!! what am I supposed to DO?!

EDIT: Oh my god I cannot BELIEVE I'm doing this but Eileen's this lady's daughter and she's letting us into her house to search it, and I am NOT going alone in there, no fucking way. Who wants to go on this fucked up cultist scavenger hunt?

((OOC: The edit is ICly made approx. an hour after the post initially goes up. Specify in your comment subject if you're responding post-edit or not!))

brotimaeus

[The writing is a little spidery, but without the odd stops and starts of the first time he did this.]

Question. This is an easy one. Any tips for getting spray paint off car windows? And leather? And cars in general? Should I just write this off as a huge 'fuck you' from forces very much known and not waste my time with trying? All suggestions welcome.

Assuming this isn't a write-off, if anyone knows a guy, or knows someone who knows a guy who does vehicle repairs, do me a solid and hook me up. Last time I took it into a shop they swiped the change out of the ashtray.

[No, that's not really the reason that he doesn't want to take it to a non-numbered mechanic.]

[Private to Anthony Sparado]
Hey, kid, can you watch the house while I head out for an hour or two? Invite Dirk or L over if you want.

proudbraveandtall

This is late news, but everyone, be careful.

[Hjalti does not sound well. Hell, Hjalti doesn't look well, either, and there's a reason for that: he's "broadcasting" from a hospital room, one of the small ones off the ER that patients are put into after a doctor's seen them while they wait for assignment to a full room. He's got a bruise spreading over the left side of his face and the little that can be seen of him is not wearing his normal work coveralls or beat-up comfortable shirts, but a hospital gown. He looks pretty annoyed, but actually wounded for the first time in a long time. Which he doesn't like.]

These bastards... figured out I'm your brother, Þór. Yeah, guess that was pretty obvious, and with me losing a foot in height over a couple months it was obvious I was in it too, but god. They followed me to my complex and tried to threaten me.

[He gives a grim smile, and even though he winces he doesn't seem to care about causing himself further pain.]

I made them rethink that. Got a pulse in all the confusion, started throwing them around like they wanted to do to me, then they pulled out a knife and a couple of pipes. Some of the Numbered stuff is good, but christ, even being a fighter in that past life can't give you all the skills right away. Don't think they were prepared for me to shrug off a pipe to the face, though.

[Obviously that still did something to him, since he blinks and closes his eyes for a moment, getting stabilization back, but most people would've crashed to the ground, possibly with a split skull. Thank god for durability.]

Anybody sees anyone coming up to them with pointed teeth or... what was... their eyes, their eyes glowed, run. Scream for help, find a public spot, something. A couple of my neighbors came out and they ran off to lick their wounds and Kevin called the ambulance, but we've got people on here who aren't fighters. And next time they might bring something more than a knife and a pipe. And I'm never going anywhere without weapons again.

espigeonage

[His voice is hushed.]

It's so hot! You people who can still sweat, you don't know how good you have it. I suspect if I stay out in the sun too long, I am literally going to die. And that's literally-literally, not the modern version that means figuratively. Heatstroke is a thing.

Mm. Oh, also, there's a band of thug types after me and most of them aren't all human. Probably not a random thing. I lost them, but I'm not coming down until I know they're out of the area. I suppose I could call the police.

...Aaah, man, I'm going to have to move house, won't I. It's not like where I live is a secret. Or can be a secret, come to think of it! Ugh. [Heavy sigh. From the sound of it, Julien finds the heat and the prospect of moving more annoying than thugs.]

youngestone

so if someone wanted to look into a name change in New Jersey, how would they go about that?

youngestone

Who: Killian and Fil
When: July 9th
Where: Killian's bedroom
What: So while Killian got Kíli's pipe, Fil got the addiction to (and a pouch of) pipeweed. Killian also occasionally smokes. This is going to be fun.

( There's no lines about smoking in the Hobbit okay )

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