savetheearth | Entries tagged with middle earth: thorin ii oakenshield

Who: Thorir and assorted people
What: Wrapping up some CR plotlines
When: February
Where: Various
Warnings: TBA

disdainfully

Who: Thorir T Thorsson and Arnold Benedict
What: Talking about the upcoming wedding of their daughters and probably leading to lots of other things
Where: Thorir's place
When: Sometime during late January?

( Let's just hope that none of the dogs decides to bring out the Arkenstone for this talk. )

brotimaeus

So, I got to wondering.
I can understand wanting to get as far as fuck away from all this shit even if you don't remember any of it happening to you.
And wanting to keep the people you care about out of danger.

I've seen plenty of people talk about family and friends who dropped off the network.
How many of them are still around? Still in touch?

espigeonage

Who: Thorir, Aaron, Julien
What: Let's find the prodigal pigeon and haul him back home
Where: Within the Neuschwanstein boundary; a mountainous place without that many people
When: This weekend

( Maybe when you're high you will see/You've gotta come on home to me )

disdainfully

As you probably know through Jovan, there is more worth in gold and gems in this mountain than the federal gold reserve holds, at least approximately. It would destroy the economy, not only of this country, if we let unnumbered find and unearth it. ...So, while I do not hope that they ever find out about the inside of the mountain - in case they ever do. Does anyone have a the ability to hide a large amount of inanimate objects, or easily build and without a trace seal up a large cave? And if we have to do the cave-building by menial means; who will help me in this? After all the worldwide economy is in your best interest as well, it sustains your lives and safety.

That said. I am back. Whatever it was that Thorin had that I echoed back on Christmas, he also overcame it. [Or at least got a grasp on it. He can't quite tell yet, because it is surprisingly hard to tell how his mental constitution was before this - did he use to feel like this?] I am fine now.

That said, I wish to apologize to those that met me over the last weeks, and speak to them. [action option: He'll also seek those out of whose whereabouts he knows.]

[And yet another urgent matter...]

I can't reach Julien. Who has heard anything about his whereabouts in the last weeks?

arrowpoint

[Liam is off screen coughing for a moment before he leans his face back into view with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders tightly. He looks and sounds decidedly unwell., but also a bit panicked.]

Guys, this is like, really important you gotta listen to me. I think I might have bird flu. That's really dangerous right? So--

[He turns away to cough.]

So we should like, quarantine the mountain! And if you've been near me or Julien you should stay at home for a while so it doesn't spread.

[He reaches out from under the blanket and hold the laptop by the monitor, as if taking someone's shoulders, and looks into the camera seriously with red rimmed eyes.]

Trust me, I know what I'm talking about I'm a prince.

disdainfully

Who: Thorir and you!
What: Goldsick dwarf king on his pile of gold having issues with people trying to talk sense into him, or generally existing on his pile of gold, depending on how he knows them.
When: Christmas Day until mid-January
Where: Las Vegas, inside the mountain
Warnings: Fantasy mental illness

( So much for 'I will not become like my grandfather and father' )

theearth

Who: EVERYONE including visitors
What: This is the second general post for the fourth wall. This post is for network posts/conversations, logs and every other possible interaction, and visitors can top-level.
When: 3rd and 4th of January
Where: Everywhere inside the five echo boundaries.
Warnings: Please warn in the subject line of your threads if anything comes up!

Fourth Wall OOC information! As a reminder: Visitors may tag all posts tagged "-fourth wall" that are posted on

savetheearth.

Special things happening on the 3rd and 4th:
- 3rd, Lapland: There's a snowmobile race north of Rovaniemi and someone ~~that totally isn't an alien, why would you think so~~ signed up a good number of people that all happen to have numbers. One of them is you, which you learn through receiving your participant data through mail/letter/text/whatever applies. Will you take up the challenge?
- 4th, all locations: Something is off. Numbered will find themselves teleported to random places within the echo boundaries - perhaps you are now in the middle of dark, snowy Lapland, or in the heat of the Australian jungle? In a casino in Las Vegas or a castle in Germany? Or in your friend's shower in Locke?

Prior "-fourth wall" posts:
First general post
Winter's post

arrowpoint

[Today Liam is sporting an organic, knit green point hat with a bell at the end.]

Okay guys, I leave to head home in a few hours, so I'll be losing the ears. Go ahead and get the Elf jokes out of your system.

[Liam gestures with open arms, and feigns bracing himself for the impact with a deep breath.]

...Lay it on me.

grannyfucker

[Jovan's face is lit only by the light from his phone. The background is mostly pitch black, but it's clear that he's sitting in a pile of something shiny.]

Alright, not being funny here, I need a rescue mission right the fuck now before a dragon comes out of here somewhere and eats me! SOS, SOS, send down those rescuers who got the Chilean miners out! I'm inside that new mountain that popped up in Vegas!

[He swings the phone around to give the network a view of his surroundings. Not much is visible, but Jovan clicks on his flashlight and illuminates at least a small portion of the area--he is sitting on a giant pile of golden coins, trinkets, jewels, and the like. The full scale is not really visible from the flashlight's view, but one thing is clear: it's BIG.]

Send your best cave dwellers before I die down here!

detectivetroll

Who: Everyone joining the mafia attack
What: Attack on the mafia meeting
When: Monday night, December 8th
Where: mafia building

An hour before the meeting, everyone who wants to make a stand against the mafia - violent and potentially ill advised though it might be - gathers in a nearby location to make final plans. Nick’s original idea of Xander moving a small number of people through shadows into the meeting to take out Albero is still technically in effect, but only for those who are planning on gunning straight for the mafia boss himself. Or those who want to help take him out specifically, even if not to deliver the final blow themselves.

Thorir’s provided weapons from his shop, for any network members who know how to use them. L’d agreed to handle the coordination of getting everyone in the building to take out as many of the mafia members as they could, and to hopefully confine the chaos inside.

Because once they’re in and fighting, it’s… probably going to be at least a little chaos.

But hopefully, by the end of the night, it’ll at least be done.

[OOC: Linking one more time to the plotting post in case anyone needs it as the log goes on! I’ll post up a thread for those gunning for Albero so the mods can NPC him as needed, otherwise feel free to start your own threads to battle mafia goons!]

disdainfully

[In Thorir's background, one can see what looks half like a tunnel, half like a normal street with houses on either side, many adorned with geometrical patterns. They are lit by lamps that just seem a bit out of place, hanging under the roof of the street like streetlamps, and a few houses on the street have signs on the door or otherwise look lived-in. It's all very clean and well-kept, though empty.]

As some of you know, there is a numbered colony inside the mountain that has risen under Las Vegas. The entrance is hidden, and we want to keep it that way so that it can remain a safe place for those numbered that don't want to leave America. Everyone is welcome to claim a house or room, there are plenty. A lot of the mountain isn't yet explored and might be unsafe, but there seem to be no monsters hiding in it like in the catacombs in Locke City, and the area that has electricity, wi-fi and mobile signal is safe. We also have running water.

...We'll just have to hope that they don't dig too deeply while building all the things on the mountain.

[He pauses to make it clear that he's changing the topic - it's also announced by his factual manner gaining a dangerous glint.]

I will be participating in the attack on the Mafia. I already talked to Hjalti and he's coming with me. If anyone else from Vegas wants to join us, we'll go to Locke a few hours early so he can pick up some weapons at my store.

That said, if anyone needs firearms, a sword, and axe or daggers for this, contact me and I will set you up with it.

detectivetroll

This is Nick. I don't know how many of you are still on here that know me, but I'm going to cut right to the chase here: I've been working undercover with the mafia for months, trying to get their secrets for the network. And now I finally have something useful.

There's going to be a meeting soon. Albero will be there, along with a large number of high ranking mafia members. I know when, and where, and I know that if we hit it, we stand a good chance of taking them out and making a serious dent in their operation.

I know some of you are going to say that violence isn't the answer. For anyone who wants to try another road, I have a number of recordings of the mafia making plans to frame network members, and of some of the kidnappings that have happened, as well as the location of where the mafia members are getting their modifications. I'll pass them off to someone who wants them, but not until just before the meeting. It's obviously going to blow my cover pretty badly.

I'm going to that meeting. I don't want to do it alone, because I want to make this hurt, and I can't do that by myself. I know I'm not the only one who's been affected by what they've done, and if we want to stop them, to make it so they can't do it to anyone else - this is the best chance we've got.

We need to take it.

[OOC: A plotting post for this is up here!]

espigeonage

Suil, network. Minor question, but I figure I know enough people who can answer it! [he's teasing. More seriously:] What are some of the things you start to notice, getting older?

[he's not telling people about his potential lifespan, there's a safer reason to share]

I looked at some selfies from a couple years ago and some today. My skin's changed, it's thinner now. Not as oily. So that might be it. But I think there's more of a hint of, um, lines around my eyes. [With laughing complaint] I'm twenty-five, this is way too early! And like half-Japanese, that's supposed to set them back more.

ursoreckless

[it's always a bit annoying when people do exactly what he predicted them to do. it was even more annoying that they not only did what he predicted but decided to up the stakes. so when the mafia enforcer gang - seven strong including three of those modified idiots - popped out of the alley to chase him, Shou was not amused. it was only during the first few minutes of the chase that he realized that instead of the usual dogmen, they were using a far faster and agile critter to keep up to him. he did try a few tricks to shake them off, but that only gave them the advantage instead of giving him some space to make up a new plan.

it got even more annoying when another three appeared to cut off his latest escape route. he attempted just a couple wounding shots, but that didn't play well and he ran out of options. shooting them was the only way to wiggle out of this.

so about fifteen minutes after a frenzied gun battle that left several goons wounded, three dead or dying, Shou makes a hurried connection to the Network. cops were coming and he couldn't get captured, not after this.]

I need a pick up. [he's breathing hard, his voice cracking and no, he isn't turning on the video function.] I'm... somewhere close to First and Harrison... [a hiss, a shallow cough and more pants for air.]

...hurry. I can't be here when... [losing air rapidly and he is trying to hold it in but sometimes bleeding just has to happen, so this is just a few more seconds of shallow breathing before the feed goes out.]

[ooc; okay so shou is going to die. people can try to rescue him but he is going to die. this will trigger him becoming a vampire which means he needs to go to the clinic instead of the hospital. good thing it is closer to where shou fell, right?]

disdainfully

Who: 1. Everyone that Thorir knows | 3.-4. Open to all with a reason to be inside the mountain | 5. Open to everyone!
What: Exploring the Lonely Mountain and then happening upon a portal to the ghost zone.
When: 3rd of October, daytime
Where: Las Vegas, inside the mountain; the ghost zone; everywhere the ghostzone leads p much
Warnings: Probably skeletons and general souvenirs left by Smaug.

( Let's join in on an adventure! )

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.

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?

proudbraveandtall

Who: Thorir and Hjalti
What: Brotherly talking, probably some punching, other stuff
Where: The main Thorsson store and home
Warnings: Maybe some fists flying? Probably some cursing. They're dwarves, after all.

( Maybe this family talk won't involve anybody hitting each other, but I doubt it. )

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.

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]

seed_of_memory

Hello again, everyone. As you're all aware, we're facing a great degree of scrutiny and danger; maybe not in a necessarily greater manner, but enough to be concerning. And I know that many of us want to get to the bottom of it.

We've all faced our share of danger, and we've all dealt with the risks that come from going it alone or acting without experience. I personally had to learn that the hard way when I investigated the Thunder Corp compound. I could have easily lost my life. I... I have learned that I need to rely on other people.

So I would like to make a proposal. I am a private investigator. I have resources and knowledge that I can share with those of you who share my desire to shed light on the secrets surrounding us. I have already reached out to several of you as contacts, but... perhaps it is time I offered more.

...

There is also another matter I would like to discuss as well. I... I had an echo some time ago, and it concerns matters that I have been uncomfortable to discuss openly. At the same time, I realize many of you have dealt with the weight of our past lives longer than I have...

[Fuyuka pauses and takes a deep breath before continuing]

When I was a child, I lost both my parents. It was at an age where my memories of living with them have... faded with time. The echo I received recently... it involved my previous self's childhood with her mother. It was peaceful. Idyllic... they clearly cared about each other a great deal...

I am unsure of how to deal with it. I cannot feel if I feel jealousy or regret. What's more... my parents losing their lives were what drove me to enter law enforcement. Embracing these memories - memories that aren't even mine - it feels like I am betraying all of that.

...
I. I could use [her voice cracks] some advice.

Th-thank you for your time.

gobybessie

[ John is carefully poised at the desk, fingers folded and elbows resting on the hard surface. He starts by clearing his throat. ]

As a previous post hinted, another clinic employee has lost their Echoes. That employee is Mordin Solus. But don't worry; it is still safe. He left notes for himself, and there is still at least me from the network working there. Should you for whatever reason prefer to have someone from the network present if you need to see us, I would be happy to do so at any time if at all possible.

Otherwise, I hope everyone is well out there. Things are turning ... even less favourable. Which makes me regret the fact that I bought plane tickets to go back to the UK from the seventh to the twenty-first, but I don't think I'll cancel them. It's rather important. More on that in a minute.

I have a few questions first. Three, to be exact. One.

[ While he opens a drawer and leans back to reach into it, he holds up a finger. ]

Does the name Gallifrey ring any bells for anyone? I think that's my home planet. My other self's home planet. But that's all I know about it for now.

[ Aside from remembering fleeing it, but he'll leave that bit out since he has no idea why he did, after all. Just knows it was fleeing. And that the time machine he has is probably stolen. Doesn't seem important, though.

He puts a paper down in front of him and turns back, holding up a device. ]

Two, does anyone know what this is? It doesn't work. There's a button, but pressing it does nothing.

And lastly, [ this time he holds up the paper; a drawing, ] does anyone recognise this? I drew it as well as I could. I'm inclined to say it's a robot. It talked like one, and looks the part. It had a sucker cup for an arm whatever reason, and the other arm is a weapon. It can paralyse people for as long as it likes, but if it can kill I don't know. Wouldn't surprise me.

[ He puts it down, and sighs. ]

I intend to tell my family. I have spent enough festive occasions without them. There is only one big problem.

I don't look like the same person anymore. And I really do mean that. For anyone who missed it, I used to look like this.

[ Cue holding up a photo. ]

I am not entirely sure how to go about it, so having some people with me who might be able to help reassure them would be helpful, or any suggestions you might have. I want-- I need this to work. That is also why I'm going back to the UK. My brother and parents are there. I'm aware of the Echo situation, of course, and I don't know what will happen but I would like to try.

[ There's a pause, and he nods. ]

I suppose that's that.

[ And he reaches out and cuts the feed. ]

hyper_rain

If your past self did something, was part of something, that is hurting people now [that hurt your friends] does that mean you are a bad person? or going to be?

[This is obviously the best birthday present he could get--learning he was Mafia after the Mafia has started attacking his friends.]

alilyinthemoonslight

Hello, there. I suppose I haven't been very talkative for awhile. A lot of things happened right before we left Vegas, and... I suppose I let that weigh down on me for too long.

As well, I have perhaps been a little too harsh to a couple people since then. [ Tieria and Lucas come immediately to mind, but she's not going to call them out publicly. ] It's no real excuse, but... I haven't been myself.

Which I can't afford, as I know there are a lot more dangers cropping up out there. The murders and the cultists in Vegas, the mafia here... The media too, if you look look in some places.

Obviously, saying "we should be careful" is silly. My question is, does anyone have any more ideas for HOW best to be more careful? To better our standing or find ways of reaching out, and protecting those around us? My girlfriend, my sister, my best friends - most of us are powered by some means or another. Some... not anymore, and then there's my father.

When I first came onto the Network, I pushed people away because I didn't want them being in danger thanks to me. Now, I'm worried that's an even greater danger than before, for those near me who can't do the sorts of things I can. I'm... worried about them, about my father most of all.

Of course it's not just about him - I'd like to help anyone I can if there's anybody wondering the same things. I'm sure very many of us are, now.

There was a time I think I believed I could solve a lot of things with the power I'd obtained. I know now that's not the case, so... I know at least we need to approach things in a different light, now.

[ A sigh, and she taps her keyboard idly. There was one more thing, but... it seemed trivial in light of all this. ]

...as an aside, does anyone know of anyplace which may be hiring for the late summer and fall? It's more of a personal thing, but... I need someplace that won't turn me away because I'm Numbered, as nervous as I am about bringing yet more attention elsewhere. Tying in with the above, I'm worried of putting THEM in danger, too. Still... it's something I'll need to be doing, and I need to figure out how to approach it.

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.

scarlet_devil

[One of the resident vampires turns up again on screen, but this time there is a stunned, almost disbelieving look on her face. Somewhere in the background there's a whispering voice, indistinct enough that even Emilia couldn't quite tell what was being said... If it was even coherent to begin with.]

I can't be the only one hearing this, can I...?

[She reaches up and adjusts the webcam, pointing it at the source of the sound. A glowing, indistinct sphere that shows up on the camera, which Emi's eyes can't quite see. They are still functionally human, after all.]

It's saying something, but I'm not sure what.

[Emi opened her mouth to continue, but a gasp interrupts her, her body suddenly overtaken by a sharp pain in her muscles... But just like that, it fades...] Ahh... I... may have had a pulse.

[She readjusts the webcam once more, but this time she manages to unintentionally crush it, ending the feed.]

youngestone

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

ruleorserve

Ah. I see. A sort of numerical password. That would explain why it’s so hard to forget. Still, I’ll spare anyone who might be out there what I imagine are the usual set of questions, although I must admit to some surprise that it works this well.

[Especially given that notebooks aren’t really supposed to hold entire networks within them. Unfortunately, he’s never been terribly good at this sort of thing, especially when he can hardly have expected what he’d found in the first place and so for a while it looks as if that’s all he has. It's very nearly only as an afterthought that he adds anything more.]

But who am I to argue with it? There are, after all, more things in heaven and earth than dreamt of in one man’s philosophy.

youngestone

Who: Killian and Thorir
When: July 7th
Where: The Thorsson's
What: Other than his own physical changes, Killian's had an Echo bouncing around in his head since the blackouts about being really, really sick and hiding it. He wants to ask Thorir if he knows what was up.

( Join Us When You're Healed. )

airfoils

[Alex is going to use text for this, because text might be safer this way, and he's possibly less likely to weird people out the he has been recently.]

I have a question.

These "pulses" or "echoes," whatever you want to call them... have these things ever, uh.... glitched before? Particularly when it comes to memories. I've been told that I should remember things from my former life, but so far, I can't remember anything...and I don't know what that means.

Also, have echoes ever caused anyone to blackout, or behave strangely with no recollection that they ever did anything, or anything else unusual like that?

lightsoflife

First, some names for you all. I'm curious to see if anybody recognizes them from echoes.

The Raging Bomber: a serial bomber. I don't know much about this one other than the name.
Ian Holden: an FBI agent. He wears sunglasses in the office, for some reason. Not the most pleasant of men.

I've asked about the bomber before, but it's been quite a while since then and now I'm able to connect more of the dots.

Second, I also have a few questions for everyone at large. This is unrelated to the above, but it came up in a conversation I had some time ago.

1. Is the fact that you're one of the people known to the public? And I do mean the public, not just your family.
2. If so, did it happen of your own volition?
3. Are you above or below the age of eighteen? No need for specifics.

Thank you.

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 )

theboywiththebook

( Before )

[Later, he took shelter in some kid's tree house a couple streets away. No video this time because nobody needed to see that he had been crying for the last several hours. The idea of even admitting this to anybody and especially on the stupid network was embarrassing. But, realistically he couldn't survive on his own. Sure his magic may be able to create food and some things that could let him live on his own, but he couldn't create a place to hide. Sooner or later someone would find him, bring him to the police and then send him out of Locke to who knows where. At least with people they could make sure he was hidden well. He hoped pitifully to himself that if there was any mercy in this universe nobody would ask why, they would just help him. So, with the greatest reluctance he turns on feed and uses the voice feature. Nobody needed to see that he had in fact been crying for the past several hours.]

Look, I'm not going to dance in circles this time: I need some place to go. Like right now. I don't have a place to stay anymore and I can't hide where I am forever. Someone's bound to check this stupid tree house sooner or later.

[And trying to sound a bit more grown up he adds:]

I don't want any questions. Okay? J-just a yes or a no. And don't get the police involved! I don't need to end up on some lab table for the aliens to poke at.

believing_heart

Does anyone have any experience building doghouses? Really, really, really BIG doghouses? I need something flame-retardant. THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT, PLEASE RESPOND ASAP.

youngestone

ACTION: CLOSED TO FAMILY/ANYONE AT THE THORSSON'S

( Here )

NETWORK

[After a shower, a lecture, and a good few tears, Killian gets on his laptop]

Uh. I’ve been found. I’m back. No need to look for me anymore.

[No apology for leaving since really, he’s not sure who cares beyond his family]

disdainfully

[The feed comes on to the plaza before the entrance hall of Locke airport, for a moment only showing general scenery before focusing on the fountain that is located there. And on a certain blond man who seems to just have been thrown into it, as he's currently sitting up from a position that he clearly did not get into voluntarily, face down in the rather shallow and gross water.

The voice that speaks up is Thorir's, impatience, threat and disdain mingling into a tone of touchy annoyance. Thorin might not have cared about being short, but Thorir has always been tall and comes from a culture that has an issue with short males. Plus he has lived fifty years without having to learn how to not be the tallest/one of the tallest people in any given group of peers.]

In case any of you feels the need to point out any physical changes about myself in the future, I request you to simply keep such thoughts to yourself.

[He breathes. This was only a side point, all things considered, but one that he wanted to make. The camera now turns towards himself. He looks tired, weary, not so much from lack of actual sleep but from family trouble and now the vanishing of the younger of his nephews, and the worry connected with it. This only made the family trouble more complicated, really.

Curiously, no physical change is actually visible on him, at least not on screen.]

That said, I'm back in the city now. If anyone has seen Killian since my brother inquired about him, or should see him in the future, it would be helpful if they could request either of us, or Fil or Gabriel. I doubt that he has left the city, and since his contacts either mainly exist within the confinements of the network, past and present...

Should whoever is offering him a place to hide right now see this, it would be helpful to both him and his family, as we worry about him, if you could facilitate contact between us - even if it is just through emails. We won't force him into anything, and if he wants to keep a distance for the next few months, that can be talked about as well. But a solution would definitely best be found together, as family.

[He seems to want to say more, but then the camera suddenly sways and his mobile phone clatters to the ground, and a loud splash can be heard. Someone stood too close to the fountain that he just kicked his bff into.]

thebalrogslayer

Who: Gabriel (

thebalrogslayer ) and Thorir (

disdainfully )
When: Afternoon of 6th May
Where: At the airport
What: Picking Thorir up
Warnings: two shining examples of maturity

Of course, Gabriel didn't bother with a sign. He might have gotten a little younger since Thorir saw him last, but it would take more than that to make him unrecognisable. He looks tired, but that's constant lately, and looking for Killian hardly helped. It doesn't keep him from smiling as he lounges against the barrier, keeping an eye out for his old friend in the slow stream of people filtering out. He has one eye on his phone, though, waiting for news at the same time.

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