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I need places to drink coffee and read for a few hours at a time. I imagine our college student population will be the best to ask, but this question is for everyone: what are your top five favorite coffee shops? Alternate location suggestions are also welcome.

On that note, has anyone's echoes included any information about nanites? If so, please contact me. I have questions.

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Who: Cesar and YOU
What: Cesar's burying himself in science as a means of coping with life. It's getting excessive. Poke him about it?
Where: Espresso Yourself, a local series of hardware stores, and anywhere he can pull out a kindle and read.
When: He'll be in and out of these places all week, starting Sept 21. If you'd like to specify a date, mention it in the subject!

( Option A: Espresso yourself )

( Option B: Hardware Stores )

( Option C: Wild card. )

espigeonage

Who: The Thorssons and extended family/close friends
what: Road trip!
Where: Overland, on the way from Locke to... look, with Vegas sitting on it it's not really lonely, is it? The Mountain of Sin?
When: Backdated somewhat - maybe the eighth to the 12th?

( Stay with me, go places/Once more for the ages )

grannyfucker

[...Jovan doesn't know how to act on the network any more. They know who he is now, they have a name and a face they can attach to the messages, so he doesn't know what he can or can't say any more.

And he especially doesn't know what to do and how to do it after he died and was dug up by some of the people on this network. So he just goes for the most neutral phrasing possible.]

So.

How do you track down the person who received all your stuff after you died if you don't know who they are?

arrowpoint

Who: Liam & Ariel
What: Liam tries to fix things
When: September 1st, Evening
Where: Ariel's condo

( Insert angsty song lyrics here only not really. )

theearth

Who: EVERYBODY. That means you. Especially you.
What: Ice bucket challenging. YEAH!
When: Anytime, really. Consider this a catch-all! Start your own threads - in-person, on the network, off the network... It's all good!
Where: Wherever buckets filled with ice water can be found.

( Muffled Frozen soundtrack playing in the distance )

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.]

vicmegane

[When the video feed pops up, Mao isn't visible. His room behind his computer is, and the wall behind his ~~battle station~~ desk is lined with glass cases holding figurines lit up by the flourescents he'd wired into the casing to show off the collection. It's only part of his room, but at least it looks... clean? Surprisingly clean for the young boy who finally appears, sitting back down on his computer chair with a bag of snacks in hand. He sniffs, then realizes the camera's turned on.]

Finally! That weird code seemed to have worked.

[He eats a chip.] So this is the Network... I see.

[Mao looks thoughtful before he grins.]

Now I have another forum to keep up with! I've been so bored lately, this will do! [The blond wheezes.]

Do you guys like anime?

italktofish

[The video feed opens, and it's clearly underwater. There's a shot of a tunnel, one that looks like it's partially blocked by rock and sand, but then it quickly turns to face Arthur.]

Ahoy there! I'm sure you've seen on the news how Las Vegas FLOODED, and since I'VE been in Vegas, You know I had to check it out! And I found something OUTRAGEOUS!

[Arthur looks like he's about to burst with outrageous excitement. The video feed pans again, and that sure is a lobster. Or a crab. Some mix between the two. Whatever it is, it's on the ground there at the bottom of wherever the flooded area he's investigating is. It's also enormous, and it's about 300 meters long.]

I FOUND it! I FOUND THE OUTRAGEOUS SEA CREATURE THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT!

[Really, he's looking way more excited than any man should look while underwater next to a giant crustacean. He's close enough to touch it now, and he turns the camera back to face both him and the lobster-thing behind him, like he's takling a selfie, giving himself a chance to smile and wave. He then turns it back to face the creature.]

AHOY THERE! YOU MUST BE THE OUTRAGEOUS SEA CREATURE I'VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT! I'M AQUAMAN, BUT MY FRIENDS CALL ME ARTHUR! YOU CAN CALL ME ARTHUR!

[The creature actually stirs slightly at that yelling, though it does not wake. The camera feed shakes from the movement, as though the creature stirring is making the water a little choppy for Arthur. Anyone in Vegas in the vicinity of the flooded area may be aware that there was just a very slight tremor at that exact moment.

Someone should probably tell him not to do that again.]

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.

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.

umbrael

[A new post, a new font, a new format! He truly appreciates the help he got from that last post, and I'm sure the network will appreciate it, too!]

Hi, dinosaur guy again. I actually hate to do this, but: I need a favour.

There any chance someone could rent a moving van for me? I need to move a large animal (me) to somewhere on the outskirts of town. Preferably at night, or close to it. Somewhere with running water ideal, but not necessary. Probably going to happen Wednesday or Thursday.

I won't be able to pay you back immediately, but if you need a dinosaur for something like, I don't know, parties or heavy lifting or exterminating, whatever, I could do that.

If that doesn't pan out, then plan b: Who here has good PR and would like to accompany a large animal (me) on a hike out to the edge of the city, Wednesday or Thursday? Because either way I'm going to get out this week, it's just a matter of how more than when.

On an unrelated note, I need to pierce one of my ears and the equipment and my earring are too tiny for my huge dinosaur hands. So I need someone to help me with that too. Please.

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! )

swissarmyjesus

Alright, so I figure I might as well spill the beans. Why else would I even have the beans in the first place, right? [He tries a cocky grin, but it doesn't look very cocky, and it doesn't stick for very long before it falls back to a slightly nervous expression.]

I'm pretty low down in the Keys, so I don't get to find out much, but this must be big enough that it got all the way down the chain. I've started hearing stuff about Vincent Albero planning to take us on himself. Like, the head honcho himself. I don't know what he's planning or how he's gonna do it, but I can try and find out.

For now, until I dig up any better dirt on this, this is your first warning.

thatbritishcharm

[Helen had thought, at first, that the feeling would pass. She must have read something or heard something that gave her the tools she needed to help those people, some memory drawn to the surface. But there was a distinct wrongness to it. As if the knowledge had been her own, but not quite.

And that didn’t explain the numbers.

The whole thing made her uneasy. Nothing had changed, yet it felt as though her life was no longer her own. It was all slipping out of her control again.

Finally, when she could no longer ignore it, she picked up her phone, dialing the apparently unforgettable series of numbers.

She didn’t know what she was expecting, but when the network popped up on screen, she pulled back in alarm, dropping her phone as if it had burned her. Silently berating herself, she picked it back up off the table and scrolled through the most recent entries.

A few moments later, she typed simply,]

I’m not certain I understand.

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]

sylvanguard

Who: Ariel, Åsa, Floweregg, Isabela and Liam
What: Ariel and Liam encounter friends during a surprise mafia attack
When: Thursday the 24th, afternoon going towards evening
Where: The seedier parts of Locke

Ariel had agreed after some pestering to help Liam go out to a homeopathic shop located in the seedier part of town for him to acquire a natural remedy for sunburns, even though she had mentioned that aloe vera to him a few times before. She and Liam had just parked the car in a more dubious pay by the hour parking lot with a few other cars and were walking towards the shop when Ariel noticed that it looked like they were being followed. Since this had been an unplanned trip out, she had forgotten to grab a hat for herself so the points of her ears was sticking up through her hair. The silly mistake had her muttering a few choice cuss words as she grabbed Liam by the arm and leaned over to whisper in his ear:

"I think we're being followed... "

At the very least she was armed, especially since the incident with Hjalti some days ago. She had the two daggers she had echoed back carefully hidden on her person beneath a somewhat baggy tunic shirt.

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.

thebalrogslayer

Who: Gabriel, Liam and Ariel
What: Gabriel is now the oldest elf and he needs to at least try and be responsible or something
When: Monday 21st, evening
Where: Some hippy restaurant on the outskirts of the city

( seek the sunlight and the day )

sylvanguard

I was going to have a beach party this weekend for some of the numbered people, but given the sudden increase in mafia problems, I'm going to cancel. Sorry to everyone who was planning on coming out to the beach.

truthcharted

Looks like I got caught up in the case myself... I should have listened when they warned me, but no, of course I didn't listen.

In the interest of fair disclosure, I guess I'll introduce myself. My name's Kevin. Kevin Steele. I work for the FBI, and I'm assigned to keep an eye on the city and make sure nothing untoward happens. But now I'm part of everything, just the same as all of you. At least I'm not coming in totally blind, but... well, there's not a whole lot else to be said for it.

Don't mistake this for a truce - if something happens, I'm going to be on top of it immediately. And I'm not going to tolerate any idiocy in what is now my city. I just want to make sure that's clear now. Don't do anything crazy, and you won't have problems from me.

So, now that I've said that... I'm working my way through the backlog, but I'm certain there are things that weren't in the briefing that I need to know. Anyone have any ideas?

youngestone

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

sylvanguard

[Ariel can't help but appear rather happy right now. Even with monster cars, aliens and cultists on the prowl, her life has been going pretty well lately and it shows with her rather impish smile as she turns on her camera to her laptop.]

So summer is here and with summer that means beaches! is anyone interested in going to the beach? I was thinking of making a party of it and having some fun in the sun. Maybe if enough people show interest, we might even be able to get a bunch of people to play volleyball or Frisbee or something together. Or someone could hang ten with me. I do have an extra surfboard-- so long as you don't mind hot pink. Now that the 4th is over, I'm looking at maybe this Saturday for some fun in the sun!

[Next to her, her black cat Naya is curled up contently and in the background another cat is curled up contentedly taking up her entire pillow in a ball of 16lbs main coon fluff. Thanks Khan.]

Also thanks to anyone who helped rescue Naya while I was away on vacation. I'm sorry that was even a thing that happened.

arrowpoint

[When Liam's face appears, there's rather angry looking claw marks raked from under his left eye and over this nose. He also looks just about at his wit's end.]

Hey, guys, small emergency. Anybody good with cats? Well, I left the door to the balcony open for some air, right? and then--

[Suddenly there's a sound of a dog barking in the background. Liam looks up with an expression of horror, then tosses his iPad aside onto the couch so you have a nice view of the ceiling.]

Shit! Jack NO!

[More barking, and some angry hissing as well. There's a scuffle, and a slammed door. Afterwards the barking is muted sounding, and Liam is back into view.]

Okay, so, long story short, Naya's out on the ledge and I can't reach her.

[Now he holds the iPad straight in front of him with a hand on either side, as if holding the viewer's shoulders in earnest.]

I am no good with cats you gotta help me. It's like thirty floors up, no joke.

grannyfucker

Watch this.

[When the video focuses, it's a slot machine. Jovan's hand reaches into frame to pull the lever, and the three images go spinning until eventually, he lands on triple diamonds.

Then he moves to the next machine over to the left and pulls that lever too. It eventually lands on triple dollar signs.

Next one to the left, he pulls. It lands on triple cherries.

The video moves faster as Jovan yanks on the lever of literally every slot machine in the row. The video is moving too fast now for much to be understood, beyond the fact that he wins every single game. Triple lemons, triple bells, triple sevens, triple dongs, triple Simon Edwards's drunken face...]

I just made more money than most of you will ever see in your entire lifetimes!

gunhearted

[Nice is home. She's in bed asleep, and wrapped up in bandages and Jacuzzi is... sitting in their living room, kind of just waiting for her to wake up. He doesn't need the sleep (he'll eventually pass out in the wee hours of the morning, but for now) he'd rather wait to see if she needs anything. Help or medicine or--

He can't sleep right now anyway. Out of the hospital, his mind is buzzing. He finally has a break to himself when he's not waiting for nurses or doctors to go through, where he's not putting on his best face for Nice. He's not the one hurt, after all. But the anxiety is creeping in again.]

I-I don't get it, guys. We knew it was gonna happen. We knew it could've happened and we couldn't stop it, anyway. Me and Nice--

Everything's going weird with us. Every time something happens and we get an echo, we--we keep being more and more like the guys we remember. And every time we remember something, we can't stop it from happening. We can't stop anything... I can't stop anything.

I don't get it. I don't get why we're getting these--I don't get why she had to get hurt! W-what's the point of this anyway, why are we gettin' these if they're just there to hurt people?! Nice and I aren't getting any crazy powers, we can't fight aliens, we're just--

We're just normal!

So why is it happening to us?!

sylvanguard

[Ariel pops up using the video feature of her laptop. She is apparently sitting on her bed with an expression that is a combination of bemused and slightly worried. In one hand she seems to be spinning a long knife or one sided dagger in her hands.]

Given everything that has been going on lately, rampaging cars, pulse generating blackouts, glowing light thingies, it really shouldn't seem too odd to suddenly find a pair of daggers under my pillow on my bed... Really. But it is. Want to know what is even more fun? Saturday I couldn't even use a sword to save my life. Today I'm suddenly a knife-dagger master. Or at least I think I am. It's the same sort of knowing that I had when I found my bow at the second hand store.

youngestone

[Killian is working on something as the video pops up. No one can see what it is, though]

So does anyone actually believe that Thunder Corp's responsible for the blackout, or am I the only one who thinks they're just going to use the blackout and the blame as a way to, I dunno, get everyone to like them again or something? Maybe I'm cynical, but I don't trust those assholes. Bet you anything the inspectors are gonna be on their payroll.

[He holds whatever it is he's working on to the lamp nearby to inspect it and goes back to work]

In other news, if the blackout or other recent pulses have kinda made it hard for you to stick around the city, the stable I work at is within the pulse field thingie. Lemme know and I can figure out where you can hide there for a while. Or if you need a job that doesn't ask questions or something.

sylvanguard

Who Killian And Ariel
What Sparring training and later watching tv at the condo
When Saturday June 14th
Where Thorrson's Backyard and Ariel's Condo

[For awhile now Ariel wanted to learn some hand to hand combat, but had not been able to find the time for it. Now with the change in job, she had a lot more time on her hands and so it had been easier to set up a day for it. Saturday the 14th ended up being picked since it was the day they both had off and it freed up Sunday for Killian to spend with his dad. The day had been decided even before a bunch of scary things began happening around the city... like the animated rage filled killer car and the blackouts which had set off a nice little echo fest.

She arrived at her uncle's home, wearing loose, comfortable clothing that she didn't mind getting dirty in and her long hair braided into a single pony tail that was slung over one shoulder. She also had her bow, but that was in a duffel bag since she still felt strange walking around carrying it in public. She did the usual ritual of greeting pretty much everyone in the family (including the pets) before knocking on the door to Killian's room.

I'm here to get my ass kicked!

youngestone

Who: Killian and Ariel, later joined by Liam
When: June 11th, around the time the blackouts start spreading
Where: Ariel's condo and then around a blackout area
What: Hijinks! And Liam fainting because he is a bad vegan

( No Spiders, Thank God )

scarlet_devil

Who: Emilia, Dr. John Smith, Ariel
When: June 3rd
Where: The clinic near the Dead District
What: Getting a little something for her new diet

Getting to the clinic to begin with wasn't a problem, neither was getting a hold of Ariel.
By now, though, she was feeling weak, hungry and quite frankly couldn't wait to get this all started. Should Ariel join her, she'll find the vampire fidgeting outside the doors to it, and for some reason she's wearing sunglasses.

Having her eyes change to red had simply made her stand out as a numbered, so she wore sunglasses in case there were problems caused by them, that was the last thing she needed right now.

Current Mood: restless

scarlet_devil

[There's the slightly tired sounding voice of Emilia showing up on the network today. It seems someone's been having some difficulties with her new pules.]

I'm not in the least bit happy about it, but my little guess about my past self possibly being a vampire was right.

Normal food doesn't seem to do anything now, I can eat myself out of house and home but still be hungry, clearly I need something else. And since I have fangs now, I can only assume that it's blood that I need.

The only problem is getting it, and I'm not going to go around biting people for it. Basically, I have to go around raiding blood banks now, that's hardly a way for a Stacojiu to act! Surely there's a better way of getting hold of blood that doesn't involve biting or stealing?

Current Mood: gloomy

radiantchicken

[The video feed opens, and there's Torin, sitting there looking just as normal as normal can be...or at least, normal for a blue and red parrot with scaly blue arms. A blue and red parrot with scaly blue arms who is holding a tiny sword that looks as though it just might actually be a sword-shaped letter opener sharpened so that it functions as an actual blade. So yes, perfectly normal.

When the perfectly normal parrot opens his beak to speak, there's a glint of white--looks like someone has grown himself some nice, sharp teeth that look as though they wouldn't be out of place on a small dinosaur. His voice is just as normal as the rest of him; though Torin is a ten-inch-tall parrot, his voice sounds like that of a deep-voiced human man.]

Greetings, everyone. Given recent events, I am reminded that we should all be able to defend ourselves, for one never knows when trouble might strike. I would like to let you all know that I seem to remember a very great deal about the proper usage of swords. I am volunteering my services to anyone who might want to learn swordsmanship.

You will have to supply your own swords; I regret that I do not yet have any that are suitable for those larger than myself.

theearth

Who: Characters in Locke, most pertinently the characters chosen for the takedown, and Geoff Benwick
When: May 31st, Saturday, around 4PM
Where: The streets of Locke City's urban areas
What: A car monster is on the loose in Locke, rampaging the streets, destroying property - and showing no further consideration for the citizens of the city.
Warnings: Violence, death.

[ OOC: For an overview, please see this plot post. Evan's player is organizing a failed takedown attempt here for anyone interested! Remember that there are two human casualties as a result of the car's rampage, including Network teenager Kaworu Nagisa.

The car monster is rampaging without concern for damage, either to itself or to anything around it, but it is avoiding damage that will take it out of action. Ramming property, causing car accidents, and leaving the road entirely to continue its race along the streets are all kosher. Geoff Benwick is in aerial pursuit, attempting to coordinate with reincarnates and law enforcement alike. ]

thebalrogslayer

Who: Tolkien cast + extended CR (if your character knows one of the cast well they've probably been invited)
When: Late May
Where: Gabriel's flat
What: Extended family/friends meal and drinks

( and home ahead )

smalltimer

All right, like... [Says a nasal, prepubescent voice into a speaker.

A couple of keys beep. They do nothing to the connection. The kid projects.]

So how long are you supposed to friggin' go without gettin' pulse shit?

It's been, like - two damn months since I got one. 'N I think I only got the one, and it did nothing.

Friggin' sucks.

[He doesn't sound actively angry about it - maybe passively-aggressively disappointed is closer to the mark. All in all the recording is pretty idle.]

sylvanguard

[Something had been bothering her for awhile now and recently it had started to weigh even more heavily on her mind. It was to the point now that she thought about it almost constantly. She had enough time to do so each day with her two hour commute to and from work each day. But no matter how much she thought about it, there were no easy answers for her. So late one night after an exhausting trip home, Ariel pulled out a pen and paper and began to write a little story to the network.]

( Once upon a time... )

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